Booby Trap On The River (feat. BossMan Dlow)

In that Maybach I be feeling like Rick Ross baby
She can tell I'm getting money when I talk baby
Leave yo purse at home you fucking with a boss baby
Let's go to the mall get what you want fuck what it cost baby

I'm in the yams at booby trap having a ball
They know I don't give a fuck 'bout crashing out at all
I fuck with nigga I just ain't fucking with y'all
My young nigga quick to slide on shit 'cause they do fraud

Pockets full of dog shit they think I got the drip baby
VVS's hitting look like I play for the mets baby
Trap nigga we got everything on deck baby
I ain't mean to cut you off but cut my check baby

Quarter million dollar car I'm driving like this fast and furious
Pull off in a presidential push up Lamborghini Urus
200 on the dash I pray I don't wrack out
We ain't tolerating no pussy shit get a nigga X'd out

'Cause that pussy ass police ass shit ain't in me
Come here bae stop playing games with me
Everybody with me eating like this Thanksgiving
Get it if you want it baby you know I ain't tripping

Get it if you want it we don't care nothing 'bout the cost bae
Pull up in that Maybach I be feeling like I'm Ross bae
Come fuck with a winner we eat 100 dollar dinners baby
I'm speeding in traffic screaming, "Ah!" like I'm Skilla baby

In that Maybach I be feeling like Rick Ross baby
She can tell I'm getting money when I talk baby
Leave yo purse at home you fucking with a boss baby
Let's go to the mall get what you want fuck what it cost baby

I'm in the yams at booby trap having a ball
They know I don't give a fuck 'bout crashing out at all
I fuck with nigga I just ain't fucking with y'all
My young nigga quick to slide on shit 'cause they do fraud

Bitch I'm the biggest a money getting nigga
200 on a Richard them other nigga finished
I can run 500 thousand up so fast
Nigga shut yo poor ass mouth with yo broke ass

These Chanel shoes these ain't no huaraches
I ran so much dog shit up serving aunties
I'm eating 1000 dollar steak I'm at papis
Fresh enough to pose for the frame Ricky Bobby

In that Maybach I be feeling like Rick Ross Baby
She can tell I'm getting money when I talk baby
Leave yo purse at home you fucking with a boss baby
Let's go to the mall get what you want fuck what it cost baby

I'm in the yams at booby trap having a ball
They know I don't give a fuck 'bout crashing out at all
I fuck with nigga I just ain't fucking with y'all
My young nigga quick to slide on shit 'cause they do fraud