Trap - Intellectual

[Intro: Quez & Skooly]

Oooh-woah

We got London on da Track

[Chorus: Quez]

Girl I might come to your trap

I might hit T’s on a Monday

I’m geeked up throwing this money

Might hit the flame on a Tuesday

I smack your bitch on the booty

Girl I might come to your trap

I got it raining in dollars

Might make it rain on your patna

I’m in here letting it fly

Order some wings and some fries

When I come to your trap

[Verse 1: Ali]

I’ma come fuck up your trap

Them other niggas some caps

I’ma throw 20’s no care

This a 120 right here

She got them tiddies oh yeah

She got that booty oh yeah

Put that little pussy right here

Yeah, yeah, 20’s in air

Yeah, yeah, that is not fair

Yeah, yeah, come over here

Yeah, yeah, slap on her rear

Throw it up on her so careless

Them other strippers are jealous

I got a big booty fetish

These bitches love the confetti

[Chorus: Quez]

Girl I might come to your trap

I might hit T’s on a Monday

I’m geeked up throwing this money

Might hit the flame on a Tuesday

I smack your bitch on the booty

Girl I might come to your trap

I got it raining in dollars

Might make it rain on your patna

I’m in here letting it fly

Order some wings and some fries

When I come to your trap

[Verse 2: Quez]

Boss, I’m in the club on a Wednesday

Walked in and ordered a 10-piece

Met this little stripper named Kenzie

I got her gone off that Henny

I got her all in a frenzy

Do anything for the Benjis

She wanna fuck in the Bentley

Put that TP up on replay

Order a shot for the DJ

There go them ballers, be patient

Left a little tip for the waitress

Now girl I know you ain’t goin’ let another bitch come in your trap (come in your trap)

Now girl I know you ain’t goin’ let another bitch come in your trap

(I know you ain’t, know you ain’t, know you ain’t, oh)

[Chorus: Quez]

Girl I might come to your trap

I might hit T’s on a Monday

I’m geeked up throwing this money

Might hit the flame on a Tuesday

I smack your bitch on the booty

Girl I might come to your trap

I got it raining in dollars

Might make it rain on your patna

I’m in here letting it fly

Order some wings and some fries

When I come to your trap

[Verse 3: Strap]

Rainman go away, know I make it rain

Monday night at Magic City

Tuesday at Blue Flame

Yeah, think I just up a ten, yeah

But I might do it again, yeah

Smashed on a hoe with her friend

Laugh on em hoes at the end

I got the check on me, I got the recipe, know they goin’ hate on the kid

I turned up the city, had that bitch on fire, and I swear I’ma do it again

Bitch better know ain’t a damn thing changed

Still a young nigga with a whole bunch of game

Still got cash, got diamonds in my ring

Come to your trap and I blow a whole thing

[Chorus: Quez]

Girl I might come to your trap

I might hit T’s on a Monday

I’m geeked up throwing this money

Might hit the flame on a Tuesday

I smack your bitch on the booty

Girl I might come to your trap

I got it raining in dollars

Might make it rain on your patna

I’m in here letting it fly

Order some wings and some fries

When I come to your trap

[Outro: T.I.]

God damn it we goin’ take this one from where I'm from

Westside ATL

Westside Bankhead to be exact

We goin’ ride it on down to the S.W.A.T.S

Campbellton Road

Okay on through Simpson Road

Southside College Park

Hit 285 wrap that motherfucker on round to Decatur

Yeah

(Eastside Nigga)