Trick

Lyrics

Murda on the beat so it's not nice
 Moola, moola, moola, man, that's all I give a fuck about
 Dollar deals and family, man, that's all I give a fuck about
 Talking out the side your mouth, I don't give a fuck about
 Got my own bands, but I still want you to cash me out
 Trick, nigga, you's a trick (You's a trick)
 You pay my rent, I still won't let you hit (Hell no)
 You want a bag? I got my own shit (Yeah, bitch)
 You popping bands, I still won't let you hit (No, no, no)
 Moola, moola, moola, man, that's all I give a fuck about
 Dollar deals and family, man, that's all I give a fuck about
 Talking out the side your mouth, I don't give a fuck about
 Got my own bands
 But I still want you to cash me out
 Everybody bosses 'til the bill come 'round
 But a nigga gotta eat, so I ain't checkin' the amount
 Every baller wanna holler, let me max his card out
 Hit Rodeo, that's a K-O on his bankroll, then I'm out
 I like Leos 'cause they meaner when it come out they mouth
 Got a Aries that take care of me when I'm in the South
 I like Virgos 'cause they loyal and they always devout
 But my favorite sign the one that come before the amount
 That's a dollar sign every time, if it ain't, then nevermind
 Ownership of all my shit or I don't sign the dotted line
 I'ma come for all of mine, make it rain, then see the shine
 Diamond in the rough, but all these diamonds, I ain't hard to find
 Trick, nigga, you's a trick (You's a trick)
 You pay my rent, I still won't let you hit (Hell no)
 You want a bag? I got my own shit (Yeah, bitch)
 You popping bands, I still won't let you hit (No, no, no)
 Moola, moola, moola, man, that's all I give a fuck about
 Dollar deals and family, man, that's all I give a fuck about
 Talking out the side your mouth, I don't give a fuck about
 Got my own bands
 But I still want you to cash me out
 I like them out of town niggas, teach me something different
 Hold it down niggas that don't mess around wit' ya
 I just mind my own business, got my own business
 I'm a walking check, so I ain't checkin' for you bitches
 Ain't gon' get none of this unless he spends some on this
 Expensive-ass ish, cater every wish
 My fragrance is rich, ooh, I smell like The Ritz
 Keep my cheese with the Swiss
 So I ain't paying me shit (Bitch)
 Moola, moola, moola, man, that's all I give a fuck about
 Dollar deals and family, man, that's all I give a fuck about
 Talking out the side your mouth, I don't give a fuck about
 Got my own bands
 But I still want you to cash me out
 Trick, nigga, you's a trick (You's a trick)
 You pay my rent, I still won't let you hit (Hell no)
 You want a bag? I got my own shit (Yeah, bitch)
 You popping bands, I still won't let you hit (No, no, no)
 Moola, moola, moola, man, that's all I give a fuck about
 Dollar deals and family, man, that's all I give a fuck about
 Talking out the side your mouth, I don't give a fuck about
 Got my own bands
 But I still want you to cash me out
 

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Song Details

Duration
02:38
Key
3
Tempo
178 BPM

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