Raz Fresco - Donald Trump lyrics

[Intro] We gettin' to it [Hook - 2x] Came through, laid it down Turn it up, turn it up Super hot, got the speakers Burnin' up, burnin' up Swear I got a lot, but I ain't Got enough, got enough Tryna' get it, til I'm on my Donald Trump, Donald Trump [2x] [Verse 1] I went and took a dollar, and turned it to a stack I live this fresh sh**, you just spit it in your raps I'm tryna' take the city, and put it on the map And tell me what you feelin' If you ain't feelin' that, she feelin' that Good girl, she in church [?] So I slapped her on the a** and she turned the other cheek Uh, aye n***a peep game And call me young Tom Clancy with that sneak game [?] is colder than a ice cream parlor Bet this Bathin' Ape sh** leave your a** starstruck Ninja, I'm doin' good like I'm supposed to With my main chick, she belong on a poster I tell her lay it on the floor like [?] And I can care less if her heart attacks Them broads see me and they start catchin' heart attack Retro Air Jordans with the Starter cap [Hook - 2x] Came through, laid it down Turn it up, turn it up Super hot, got the speakers Burnin' up, burnin' up Swear I got a lot, but I ain't Got enough, got enough Tryna' get it, til I'm on my Donald Trump, Donald Trump [Verse 2] So what you sayin'? I was visualizin' how this would be back in my basement Like it's goin' be amazing In some Jordans, I be flossin' And I can't even lie, my brother Shane put me on 'em Baker's Club, from the start And from the bottom to the top Then my plan is [?] And when I get to the top, kick a hole in a roof Two hoes [?] [?] to the floor I spit here in the booth [?] I'm the truth, I deserve that loot Look what I do, with that bomb flow Dollars I'm gettin', all gold So she start that convo, like, "Damn you went MIA" No words spoken cause I'm rollin' up them MIAs Playin' NBA 2k with my homeboy Aye, so all that hate ain't hurtin' me You know my steez flow, burn 'em til the 3rd degree And these broads, I don't love 'em I Donald Duck 'em, 'til a n***a Donald Trumpin' Bakers Club [Hook - 2x] Came through, laid it down Turn it up, turn it up Super hot, got the speakers Burnin' up, burnin' up Swear I got a lot, but I ain't Got enough, got enough Tryna' get it, til I'm on my Donald Trump, Donald Trump