Trading Lyrics

Got damn it I'm mike Tyson with the hits…. This shit hard

I can't fuck with these niggas they keep trading

To the dealership again I keep trading

Always with a different bitch I keep trading

Far as fashion go I'm always in the latest

I got different color shoes different flavors

Your bitch got a sweet tooth she keep craving

My one bitch arch her back like the matrix

My other bitch top me off so amazing

I'm not a foreigner my clothes another language

Got that designer on me I'm not even basic

I had to trade in the whip had to change it

Had to cut some niggas off they kept changing

Usually I have some type of patience

How I been getting to the cash I been racing

Currency I'm currently chasing

That's why you always see me in the latest

Want to ride the wave this is where the waves is

I keep killing beats send them to the grave then

I make music so chill for your playlist

Put it on repeat don't trade the station

I can't fuck with these niggas they keep trading

To the dealership again I keep trading

Always with a different bitch I keep trading

Far as fashion go I'm always in the latest

I got different color hats and I got belts to match

Your bitch keep on chasing me I guess I'm a catch

Before I hop in traffic I sent her a text

She text back come through with pics of her breast

I been paper chasing I'm taking a lot of steps

My fam tatted all over my fucking flesh

Cut the fakers off I had to give them a rest

When they see me they don't speak got them saying less

I hop in the whip and skirt off my shirt off

I keep turning my flirt on she take her skirt off

I'm a boss I can't just call off

I'm a man can't take my balls off

She loving me can't keep her paws off

I take her home she take it all off

As far as rap I can not fall off

I'm signed in I can't log off

I can't fuck with these niggas they keep trading

To the dealership again I keep trading

Always with a different bitch I keep trading

Far as fashion go I'm always in the latest

I traded in the hundreds for some ones

Traded in the little guns for big guns

Traded in the fun for some funds

I should have a stunt double how I stunt

On a paper chase the money on a run

Pulling up to a bag here I come

They get period money come once a month

They cash one check then they done

Everyday I'm putting smoke into my lungs

Everyday I'm putting liquor on my tongue

Thing stick to my side like some gum

Criss cross off my hip make them jump

I can't fuck with these niggas they keep trading

To the dealership again I keep trading

Always with a different bitch I keep trading

Far as fashion go I'm always in the latest