Weekend Money - Trapper Keeper lyrics

INTRO (NE$$): This goes out to you (ready Tonepac?) And you (ayo Bagh Ayo Bagh get that) Light up Feels good though Chorus: To all my trappers in the trap Hustlers on the grind Man I know how u feel Looking out for one time Outchea in the rain Sleet hail snow While most iz snuggled in the bed U be out here on the go Verse 1 (NE$$): Committed like holy matrimony U hear these rappers rappin' man damn they phony Coke rap & trap beat don't make u trapper homie This for n***as that's trapped in the trap That rather be traveling then stuck on the corner Rats in a maze Rat in a corner They call it the rat race u runnin' runnin' but where iz u goin' Dead or in jail Furious warned us Boys in the hood King of NEW YORKERS Point ya finger at the bad guy Scarface U pay the mortgage, the bills at moms place For God Sake what a n***a gotta do to make a half million without the FBI catching feelins'? Chorus: To all my trappers in the trap Hustlers on the grind Man I know how u feel Looking out for one time Outchea in the rain Sleet hail snow While most iz snuggled in the bed U be out here on the go Hook: LA LA LA LA LA LA LA Verse 2: FAT TONY Clocked in on the block by my old house Make my own hours but I never get to clock out Nah, ain't the life for me I like to be living kind of free In the canopy getting MTV Jam of the Week With a 21st century Pam Lee Listening to the greatest hits of Brandy on brandy Ain't tryna sell a gram and barely want a Grammy But when I buy a gram I support my man's family Damn, why it can't be better than this? The youngest of 3 kids wondering where daddy is And don't let me get started on the wife She kicked the man out, don't want him in her life Sleeping on the floor with the kids every night Telling them he's the reason they can't keep on the lights It ain't right So when you yip yap 'bout the trap and how you're so trill Just know real n***as in that don't wanna go back Chorus: To all my trappers in the trap Hustlers on the grind Man I know how u feel Looking out for one time Outchea in the rain Sleet hail snow While most iz snuggled in the bed U be out here on the go Hook: LA LA LA LA LA LA LA Verse 3 (NE$$): Baby mama trippin Neighbors prali snitchin Biggie intro to juicy Bangin out ya system Some ya pahtnahs missin Lord knows u miss m Some locked prison Some is in the essence I think it was Shakespere To be or not be PAC posed a better question IZ there a heaven for G I think it was Shakespere To be or not be PAC posed a better question IZ there a heaven for Geezus? Chorus: To all my trappers in the trap Hustlers on the grind Man I know how u feel Looking out for one time Outchea in the rain Sleet hail snow While most iz snuggled in the bed U be out here on the go