Louie V Mob - Trending Boy lyrics

(Intro) No limit, foreva My bodyguard, 5 8, He watch my back, like I’m Bill Gates b**h I’m back, I’m reloaded A million followers that’s what they call it (Hook) I’m trending more, I can smell the money, We run the streets, now let me keep it coming I’m the boss, I’m your boss, with top models We flex on haters, we pop bottles (Verse) Million soldiers, a million dollars b**h I’m back, a million followers Y’all rookies, I’m a vet No limit n***as, probably yet sponsored links I know yall haters, you on Twitter, You on Facebook, you can’t get us, We in the streets, you n***as faking, I’m making millions, you n******gs hate me, I’m full of juice, call me Gatorade, I got that moose like in yo gun hate it Flip a side, sell a quarter I got rich friends if I lose it I can borrow (Hook) I’m trending more, I can smell the money, We run the streets, now let me keep it coming I’m the boss, I’m your boss, with top models We flex on haters, we pop bottles (Verse) My earrings cost ten k’s a piece And I put that on my little boy mama and my niece Hundred five 50 keys in my sochy flees Just a n******g from the street tryina smoke and drink Then Shawty got a squad, Brick Squad, that vanilla Brick boys and Brick Squad n***a you so f**ing square Everywhere I go, least a hundred cash Touchable closeable so I can show my a** Hundred on your head it might make your mama flip ya Not the average hood villain I’m a special n***a Every night I go outside and play I keep a couple AK’s close by the safe It’s Gucci (Hook) I’m trending more, I can smell the money, We run the streets, now let me keep it coming I’m the boss, I’m your boss, with top models We flex on haters, we pop bottles (Verse) What they talkin bout? Weed and blow we the trini top it Kidnap and rappin and robbin n***a we the trini top it When it come to a bad b**h, I switch it up Playboy gang styley Come through with the top back Bustin through so we can hold this violet Audemar got no ice, but it’s throwin price say sack right Solitaire, my ears bite, you go on share the winner keep it life I’m blowin on loud game, 2 gram bird – that’s a whole hat Bad b**h we can all smash, this is young ho with a gang flash I don’t rep a gang flare But we bout that, we gon all blast And the after dog a** get outside and need a hall pa** If you walkin bout Louie V Mob, n***a talkin bout my partner Go take over with the choppas, gon put these pussies on gla** shoppin (Hook) I’m trending more, I can smell the money, We run the streets, now let me keep it coming I’m the boss, I’m your boss, with top models We flex on haters, we pop bottles (Outro) A new beginning, no limit foreva We getting herbal like Benjamin bu*ton on this motherf**er I could smell the money Love the money Get money I could smell the money