[Intro]

And I wanna show you how you all look like beautiful stars tonight

Uh, Papi get out the studio, Papi

This ain't it for you Papi

You know where you belong Papi

You a trap nigga Papi don't let these niggas get-

Don't let these niggas trick you Papi

You trap Papi, that's what you do Papi, that's what you good at

[Verse]

I walk in the kitchen and turn the stove on

I grab a fork and then put the bowl on

Cameras on every angle of my home

Bolt-lock the door, can't go wrong

Gimme six minutes flat, Papi don't take long

When I'm in the trap feel like Post Malone

I'm serving white like Post Malone

Going crazy in the kitchen like Post Malone

I get in my zone and bump Phil Collins

Aunty came short, she still wiling

Don't ask bout deals, we don't got em

I go harder in the paint than Ben Wallace

I stuff my Girbaud's with 10,000

I coulda got three weed houses

But instead I spent it all on a Audi

Drive that bitch like a Nascar driver

I'm in the trap poppin' roxies

Wockeisha got me moving wocky

My bitch talking bout her body

I'm cooking work like Hibachi

I bought a stick for my nigga Fachy

Aim that bitch at a nigga noggin

They say Pap off the boot, why you driving

Bitch I'm doing 120 with no problem

Everybody strapped, we mobbin

But we ain't come for that, we violent

I don't bring my niggas round other niggas

Cuz I know damn well they gon' rob em

Shit, sometimes I be wanting to rob em

Shit, me and all my niggas got problems

As long as that money calling

Nigga we gon' be good regardless