Trap Luv (Explicit) - Rick Ross/Yo Gotti

I'm in a jungle

Lions tigers and gorillas and sh*t ni**a

It's a lot of monkey a** niggas out here

Too 'lotta hustle ni**a Rules laws strategy

10 million dollars later

I'm a blessing ni**a

How a ni**a rich but still stressing ni**a

Glock 40 Smith Wesson ni**a

Streets will never ever stop testing niggas

Youngin' give 'em a head shot

Send a message ni**a part rapper

Part goon

Still finessing ni**a I believe in hustle

I don't f**k with luck

And it's f**k em kill em all

If they don't f**k with us them three letters mean a lot boy

Sacrifices coc*ine mafia

Double check the prices

Niggas killing niggas like they got a license

Niggas crossing over like they

Allen Iverson f**k that iPhone 6

They be tracking niggas I'm about to get a beeper

Fade to black on niggas Gotti

Goodnight

I'm gone I be back when they quit living through phones

When niggas put the gram down and pick the grams up

You got follows but no dollars man that sh*t 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**k the award show

Cause I shoot this b**ch up and only god knows

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

Niggas riding gold rims and they mama po'

And they kill a family member for that envelope

I'm the Lionel Richie to these

Commodores we flip pies to franchising

Dominoes I speak for d**e 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 WEB Du Bois Souls of black folk

To hustle wasn't a choice

Rap game everybody skimming off the top

F**k interest as long as you pull it

Off the lock hoes on the f**k

Haters wanna hate certified sack boy

Black Ronald Reagan double m no longer

That Buick regal money nickel rock niggas

So don't make me put a kilo on it

Negotiating for it or either we take it

Niggas even shooting choppers in a f**kin' 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 ni**a

I pray you play by the rules I came so close to the edge

I pray you play by the rules I came so close to the edge

I pray you play by the rules I came so close to the edge

I pray you play by the rules

Ain't no mercy young ni**a

It's the jungle locs

And I pray you rich forever Gotti

I pray you rich forever

All my niggas I pray you rich forever

When you smokin' and you vibin' to this sh*t

I pray you rich forever my ni**a hood billionaire