Rick Ross - Trap Luv lyrics

[Intro: Yo Gotti] I'm in a jungle Lions, tigers and gorillas and sh** n***a It's a lot of monkey a** n***as out here too 'Lotta hustle n***a Rules, laws, strategy [Verse 1: Yo Gotti] 10 million dollars later I'm a blessing n***a How a n***a rich but still stressing n***a Glock .40, Smith & Wesson n***a Streets will never ever stop testing n***as Youngin' give 'em a head shot, send a message n***a Part rapper, part goon, still finessing n***a I believe in hustle I don't f** with luck And it's f** em k** em all if they don't f** with us Them three letters mean a lot boy, sacrifices Cocaine Mafia, double check the prices n***as k**ing n***as like they got a license n***as crossing over like they Allen Iverson f** that iPhone 6, they be tracking n***as I'm about to get a beeper, fade to black on n***as Gotti, goodnight, I'm gone I be back when they quit living through phones When n***as put the gram down and pick the grams up You got follows but no dollars man that sh** ain't adding up Nah, and all the dirt I done, all the bricks I sold I can't sleep at night, paranoid it shows I be strapped on stage, f** the award show Cause I shoot this b**h up and only God knows [Skit] Yeah like I told you a long time ago fam y'all gon' hold it against you I keep fighting doing this to y'all Every time I get something in the mail whether it's favorable or not from the courts I keep putting it down because y'all are my motivation I appreciate the love [Verse 2: Rick Ross] n***as riding gold rims and they mama po' And they k** a family member for that envelope I'm the Lionel Richie to these Commodores We flip pies to franchising Dominoes I speak for dope boys every track I'm on Until this day my people never rat or told Posted 20 in, I'm talking fed pen The line between us both have gained so very thin Amongst my boys of W.E.B. Du Bois Souls of black folk to hustle wasn't a choice Rap game everybody skimming off the top f** interest as long as you pull it off the lock Hoes on the f**, haters wanna hate Certified sack boy, black Ronald Reagan Double M no longer that Buick Regal money Nickel rock n***as so don't make me put a kilo on it Negotiating for it or either we take it n***as even shooting choppers in a f**in' cadence Fell out with some people that I still love I guess that's how it goes when it's real blood I remember counting cash standing in the trap I turned my hat to the back, had a hundred stacks 60 m's later and 300 tax Still losing weight with the south on my back, n***a [Bridge x4] I pray you play by the rules I came so close to the edge [Outro: Rick Ross] Ain't no mercy young n***a It's the jungle, locs And I pray you rich forever Gotti, I pray you rich forever All my n***as I pray you rich forever When you smokin' and you vibin' to this sh** I pray you rich forever my n***a Hood Billionaire