Soul Trap. Lyrics

I'm on that two job grind and that two job money

That two job ,"I can't find the time"

But money is money is money is money

But I love to whip my car everyday that it's sunny

Volume on 40, J.Cole going dummy

And I'm dressed looking funny but a little bit of drip like Dasani

Green hair coloured braids cuz you know that I'm on it

I've been tryna get to the bag without breaking my back

Everything I want it all cost some racks

So it ain't my time to be talking no smack

But it is my time get me a girl with a booty

You can see from the front and the back

Or a nigga with a dick that be looking a snack, six pack

And align with my zodiac, make me a nymphomaniac

(let me hit it from the back)

Better late then never, as long as you is showing up

Tryna put the past in the dust , but I don't really show no trust

Everything good will eventually turn into some dust

Finna let my money blow into the wind along with the gust

But I tell em it's money all on the floor

It's money all in the world

See they wrist on audumars

Driftin all them cars, get high up like on Mars

Four door Jeep on 40s with no doors

For cars and all the dope, I keep the bag on go

Tell the world I want more, cuz I get all the sauce

If you get your soul trapped then break it off

Independently, with the family, get the bands on me

I have dreams of me, sending waves through the industry

With my brilliancy, fucking over your bigotry

Got me out here smoking packs of trees

Plug showing me some sympathy

My spending habits be so finicky, but I get it back instantly

Still finna show the plug love he probably think that I'm trapping

Don't worry bout it when I pull up with a Jeep with a big ass backend

Met a girl off tinder, she want me to break her back in

Put the strap in, birthday cake and the ass get to clappin

A little bit of money, and a lil bit of talking a lot could happen

(Cuz that)

Money talk

Money talk

Money talk

If you mad about a bag then you blocked

Money talk

Money talk

If they ain't knock you off your socks then you break it off

But I tell em it's money all on the floor

It's money all in the world

See they wrist on audumars

Driftin all them cars, get high up like on Mars

Four door Jeep on 40s with no doors

For cars and all the dope, I keep the bag on go

Tell the world I want more, cuz I get all the sauce

If you get your soul trapped then break it off