808 Mafia - Trap House Stalkin lyrics

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz] Turn the whole block to Vietnam Made some legal money, ran off on Uncle Sam Every seven days I might smoke a quarter bag, bag, bag Bad b**hes in my picture Take yo ho and f** her on the low just like a whisper Dom Perignon by the pitcher, I used to eat at Crystal's Nah, I'm just lying, I used to meet at Crystal's Duffle bag zippers, who the f** gon' zip that b**h up? Me and that b**h we gon' ride in the trunk Cause the hood of the car is not in the front I did it fo' them, no, I did it fo' me, so, they did it fo' them And I like when that p**y go splash, so I told ‘er let's go fo' a swim [Hook: Young Dolph] Aye, my n***a, come get yo b**h She outside my traphouse stalkin' [Verse 2: Young Dolph] I spoil all my clientele, and my little b**h, she spoiled rotten Just f**ed a 20k on good weed and designer shoppin' Summer time, just made it, I'm thinkin' drop top Spider Rarri Who there callin' my phone? If it ain't about money then I ain't talkin' Pocket full of Franklins on me, I call that sh** gangsta walkin' Aye, my n***a, come get yo b**h, she outside my traphouse stalkin' I valet the coupe and Nieman Marcus, I went in and ate lunch And say that we run the streets, I say we just give em what they want Yup, give 'em that crack, make em come back Just scraped these six figures out the road spent it on the set Hmm, like LL, I'm in too deep with it Little momma p**y so good, man, that I almost fell asleep in it [Hook] [Verse 3: Cap 1] Aye, my n***a, come get yo b**h, she out my traphouse stalkin' Panamera on the Forgies, I'm flossin', 458 with the horsie I got that packet from Cali, I can break it down And have everything gone by the mo'ning Have the amigo pull up with 1000 meetings I can run through yo city like Jordan n***a, my cousin, my women imported Yo, b**h on my bumper, you can get extorted I call my plug and I tell him bring me more Don't worry bout me, worry bout where yo ho at n***a, yo b**h outside my traphouse skeetin' b**h outside, she stalkin' 285, just ride, smokin' precious, you trippin', I left that b**h walk in I got these racks so big I can't fold it I got yo b**h, yo shawty got ebola We sellin' that coke, we no call it a come up Makin' em G's, ya gotta stay 100 That precious gas pack, we smoke it and punch in I don't do dinners, no movie, no nothin', no lunches, we f**in' And that's the end of that discussion [Hook]