Pusha T - Trapping in my Sleep lyrics

[Hook: Calico Jonez] Hundred bands, I can get it 'fore the sunrise Took the brick out the water like it's baptized Every day I got the change going black flips Ain't no mint in the garden, blowing that piff I moved a couple ki's, I did it in my sleep You want the Larry Bird? Come with 33 Every time I wake up, it's time for me to re-up Every time I look up, I got another cook up [Verse 1: Sheek Louch] Say hello to the bad guy, Donnie G, smell that weed aroma when I pa** by Hat low, mad how I'm coming out the liquor store Belches on the Henny floor White girl, cut up straw, fingers on that .44 You ain't got that hood love that I got We be clapping, moving cake, I ain't talking bout IHOP Calling funerals and wakes, you get murdered on my block All the pull-up bars and weights, we in shape -- well, why not? Now I'm a four Donnie, Rose and 'gnac is constantly poured We having fun, your chick with you is constantly bored We throw that money up, you f*ggots watch it hit the floor It's landing on her back, book bag hundred sack You ain't got the dough for that Card shark, we mark a black Told shorty with the big old a** Come here, make it clap She won't get off my lap, hands don't come off the map It's D-Block, he co*k, you don't want none of that [Hook] [Verse 2: Pusha T] Yeah, dope dealing, four-wheeling, no feeling like Top billing, milk white, no ceiling like The hands of God bout to touch me, I done seen the light Double dutch one brick, make you see it twice Pyrex on that stove, ready rocking them o's MIA to ATL, we steady popping them hoes They steady clocking them hoes, they p**y popping on poles You take her home, you love that b**h, we throwing dollars at yours Yeah, this that fast money, stash money Fish scale sh**, I think I caught a ba** money You from the talk-a-lot era, where you flash money I'm from that Keith Sweat era, make it last money, gone [Verse 3: Bleu Davinci] I'm a f**ing beast, a living legend In the trap, that 14 cutting up a seven I had a four-way, worked it off my 2-way n***a don't pay Monday, dead Tuesday I'm a trap genius, I'm a trap lord b**h, I'm in the sky soaring, G4 f** it, G6; n***a, we keep the trap, booming Try to move on the block, got the street sweeper shooting Bunch of young n***as round me, n***a we eating Let one of them yell "Swish," n***as bleeding Baking soda, check; Pyrex, got it Cooking up a ki, rip game polished Trapping in my sleep, Jay doing back flips n***as trying to rob, hundred round mac clips Get the work and dip, call that sh** the give and go Go to sleep pushing work, still selling blow [Hook] [Verse 4: Bun B] One man's dream is another man's nightmare The sh** that some people do for money will give you white hair Run up on your whip, the pistol quicker than a light, yeah Take what you worked hard for and leave your a** right there Everybody wanna be a baller and a G With green by the pound and white by the ki The cars and the clothes and the hoes on your d All gravy til them k**ers at your front door for a fee Ooo-wee, that's when real sh** gets even realer When that shot burn chest and I ain't talking bout tequila With holes in your fancy clothes and blood on your gators And ho you used to f** with is laid up with your haters It's cold outside and I ain't talking about degrees I'm talking bout when rabbit-a** n***as want your cheese You think you can run up on the trill -- n***a, please I leave the top of your wig on the bottom of my 3's, b**h [Hook]