Trump Lyrics

[Feat. Birdman]

Came through wyling in the Valley
And we still smoking on purple Cali
Inhale, exhale, need an ashtray
Paid for a Lamborghini with my ashtray

[Hook:]
Richest nigga in my hood: call me Donald Trump
The type that count my money while I smoke a blunt
Pull up and serve a nigga 9 with the pump

Keep that money on my mind, kilo in the trunk
Kilo in the trunk, I got a kilo in the trunk
Richest nigga in my hood, I'm the Donald Trump
Pull up and serve a nigga 9 with the pump

2.5 for the condo
Neighbors think I play ball: they call me Rondo
Top of the world, nigga fuck a hater
I'm the shit nigga, Louis V toilet paper
Now everything's platinum, fuck a silver spoon
I can watch a Braves game from my living room
2 AK's by my
Quarter of rose: that's what my shorts drink
Got a red bitch, all she wear is red bottoms
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200 is take up the whole vault
And when I send my she take the whole vault

[Hook]

I should paint it camouflage and call it "Rambo"
Young fly Flex: he's the lady's choice
"I'm about to buy the house" in my Birdman's voice
Got a hundred put away for my lawyer fee
That's a hundred for the case: guess the lawyer was free
I'm into big boy
My new crip and Beretta
Felt sorry for my mate, I gave that girl a face
They say he got too many chains: I be cleaning for days
200 this screen take up the whole wall
And when I send my pistol

[Hook]

[Birdman:]
Ducktape the work, Bird's gone to work
Shittin on the work, wasn't into work
Majored in the game, dumping out a Range
Moving whole thangs, spittin fire flames
Hit em high and low, fuck going to court
Picture no-show: trunk full of dough
Higher than a feeling, money is the word