Traffic - Trouble, Spodee

Bands in my pants, keep ‘em kinda slanted

All about the money, know I got to have it

30 on me any time we out in traffic

Yoppers on us any time we out in traffic

Pack touching down, time to bust 'em out the plastic

This for my dogs, niggas, moms, dukes, and the Grammy

Bands in my pants, keep ‘em kinda slanted

All about the money, know I got to have it

30 on me any time we out in traffic

Yoppers on us any time we out in traffic

Pack touching down, time to bust 'em out the plastic

This for my dogs, niggas, moms, dukes, and the grammy

I want a million

My diamonds and my bitches come from the water

This shit here Meridian

I save 100 grams off the top

I run with niggas running from the cops

We send them things up to Philly

Do numbers, it’s silly

We get this shit around the clock

Used to sell fifty twenties for a knot

I got them pretty bitches in here fucking with pimping

From East Kentucky up to Grand Rapids, Michigan

Wait, we might just be Golden State of the century

Shoot these bitches out the gate, is you listening?

We too cold, man a nigga we

I’m a player first and I’m ‘bout my dividends

Might just have your bitch up under the for me

Bands in my pants, keep ‘em kinda slanted

All about the money, know I got to have it

30 on me any time we out in traffic

Yoppers on us any time we out in traffic

Pack touching down, time to bust 'em out the plastic

This for my dogs, niggas, moms, dukes, and the grammy

Bands in my pants, keep ‘em kinda slanted

All about the money, know I got to have it

30 on me any time we out in traffic

Yoppers on us any time we out in traffic

Pack touching down, time to bust 'em out the plastic

This for my dogs, niggas, moms, dukes, and the grammy

We ran them sticks like they goin' out of fashion

Looking for the action, I’m going through traffic

I just made a flip like perfect gymnastics

And put ten thousand dollars inside a mattress

I just spent ten thousand dollars on passengers

Fuck my bitch, man I believe in the Actavis

Some fucking reason I’m riding the fashion

Free Austin, free

Free my nigga Bookie, free my nigga

Motherfuck the 12, motherfuck ‘em all

These bitches free, needa pay for y’all

I don’t catch freebies, I don’t lay with y’all

I ain’t got to tell you motherfuckers twice

Lookin' at my face, tell ‘em fuck the law

I ain’t got to tell you ‘bout the time they hit the spot

Bitch you got to drop your fucking drawers

No letting you niggas' teams on the ball

I was tryna get my team out the yard

Serving everything, fiends in and out

You was tryna take a bitch to haunted house

I ain’t never took a bitch to haunted house

I’m a head hunter, I just want the mouth

If you see a pussy nigga point him out

If you got the money, nigga count it out

Bands in my pants, keep ‘em kinda slanted

All about the money, know I got to have it

30 on me any time we out in traffic

Yoppers on us any time we out in traffic

Pack touching down, time to bust 'em out the plastic

This for my dogs, niggas, moms, dukes, and the grammy

Bands in my pants, keep ‘em kinda slanted

All about the money, know I got to have it

30 on me any time we out in traffic

Yoppers on us any time we out in traffic

Pack touching down, time to bust 'em out the plastic

This for my dogs, niggas, moms, dukes, and the grammy