The Trader Lyrics

It's your boy J-jimmi

J-J-J-Jimmi

(Anything worth doing, is worth doing for money)

Straight from y'all street to Wall Street

(Anybody tells you that money is the root of all evil, doesn't f****ng have any)

Dude wake up, get they girl turned on just to, get a lil' bit

The only woman in the morning I want to turn on is, Becky Quick

Why the average man's looking at a** and t*ts, like, "she fine as hell"

I'm over here looking at tails and wicks like, buy or sale

I left a Mayhem for the market

Nah I don't want to dope spot, I want to stock pick

I know that booty got drop

Triggered my stop losses

But I ain't got time for your W.A.P, my VWAPS crossin'

Rich with hot V's from pushing hotkeys

Strategies and plans to make grands, still in my wife beater

Batman pajamas, how slides, in about five

Hot pics of the day, cause I like the way the Dow bounce

For hot dips on call, so I got options

Two with a lot of volume, one with a double bottom

Now I know dumb money don't understand

Am I talking about my trade

Or just thinking with my MACD

You see, we're different in the way we move

You move with kittens, and your dogs

I move with bears and bulls

I got a green thumb, I grow with the marijuana

Waking up with the futures

F***ing up some commas

I, jump out of bed

(Make profits)

Eat my bacon and eggs

(Make profits)

Light up watching them candles

(Make profits)

While I'm, still in my sandals

(And making profits)

They used to watch me move them packs

(N***a stop it)

Now I watch moves in the NASDAQ

(Makin' profits)

Used to run from the ATF

(And the coppers)

Now I run down ETFs

(And make profits)

I, Jump on the bed

(Make profits)

Eat my, bacon and eggs

(Make profits)

Light up watching them candles

(Make profits)

While I'm still in my sandals

(And makin' profits)

See me and Jim Cramer been talking mad money

He said today I'm taking a risk, they got the feds coming

But I got support here with me, I called her short squeeze

You get the drop, she pull the trigger, and abort these

If she stays on my watchlist, I might have to wife her

But I know better, I'm a True Trading Group lifer

Call up the Wolf of Weed Street, it's Time to flip some profits

Go ahead be hawkish mothaf**ker, get yo' SPY hit

I'll double top that n**ga, Head and shoulders

Hit him up with this resistance, Watch 'em roll over

Cause I see John Wicks and contracts

If I say I made 1 million a day, well thats a large cap

You moving average, that's why you get crossed

Get split, get delisted, and knocked off

And I'm settin' the whole block off

I'm buying GameStop, and selling them Roblox off

I, jump out of bed

(Make profits)

Eat my bacon and eggs

(Make profits)

Light up watching them candles

(Make profits)

While I'm, still in my sandals

(And making profits)

They used to watch me move them packs

(N***a stop it)

Now I watch moves in the NASDAQ

(Makin' profits)

Used to run from the ATF

(And the coppers)

Now I run down ETFs

(And make profits)

(Hey my family, a Gold what we do man?)

(Make profits)

(Hey Suge, Mike, what we doing dawg?)

(Make profits)

(Yo Wolf, Professor, what we do?)

(Make profits)

(That TTG money gang)

(We makin profits)

We some Snipers!