[Intro: S Loud]

Early mornings (Woo)

[Chorus: S Loud]

Money trips, I got money dreams

In the trap, must have served a thousand fiends

Keep the mask on like it's Halloween

Fingers itching, running for the cream

My digits loading up, my digits loading up

My digits loading up, my digits loading up

My driller loading up, loading up

My digits loading up, my digits loading up

[Verse 1: Blade Brown]

Pulled up, 200 in the bag (Ayy)

Plug said he loved me like the son he never had (Ayy, ayy)

Flung it in the bag (That's work)

Straight cash darg, I ain't running up a tab

And everybody talking like they chef it up

If I gave them half a square, they'd probably mess it up

I call them trap liars, can't wait until it backfires

This one 'ere is strictly for my pack buyers

And if that judge give me that sentence, then I'm gonna ride it

These niggas tryna get this paper, I'm just tryna hide it

They hit me up and make a order, then I'm gon' provide it

He want a half a square right now, I told him go divide it

[Pre-Chorus: Blade Brown]

Yeah, everybody's eating

They ain't sticking to the codes, everybody's cheating

They catch a case and go to trial, now everybody's speaking

But when we roll up, black-a, black-a, everybody's leaving

[Chorus: S Loud]

Money trips, I got money dreams

In the trap, must have served a thousand fiends

Keep the mask on like it's Halloween

Fingers itching, running for the cream

My digits loading up, my digits loading up

My digits loading up, my digits loading up

My driller loading up, loading up

My digits loading up, my digits loading up

[Verse 2: Blade Brown]

Money trips, I got money dreams

Only problem, tryna get this money clean

Got a couple hundred thou' I never seen

Got a trap that's in the hood, I never been

There's levels to this shit, levels to this shit

I rebel with the brick, Bezel doesn't tick

Prezi on the wrist, Desi with the clip

And if that nigga slip, seven in the whip

I only told 'em 50,000 for the conversation

My nigga, that ain't drip, man, that's just condensation

Couple niggas whippin' work in this accommodation

Mix the yola with the mash, now that's a combination

[Pre-Chorus: Blade Brown]

Yeah, everybody's eating

They ain't sticking to the codes, everybody's cheating

They catch a case and go to trial, now everybody's speaking

But when we roll up, blocka, blocka, everybody's leaving

[Chorus: S Loud]

Money trips, I got money dreams

In the trap, must have served a thousand fiends

Keep the mask on like it's Halloween

Fingers itching, running for the cream

My digits loading up, my digits loading up

My digits loading up, my digits loading up

My driller loading up, loading up

My digits loading up, my digits loading up

Money trips, I got money dreams

In the trap, must have served a thousand fiends

Keep the mask on like it's Halloween

Fingers itching, running for the cream

My digits loading up, my digits loading up

My digits loading up, my digits loading up

My driller loading up, loading up

My digits loading up, my digits loading up