Lyrics Joey Trap – Mood
Text:
(Joey Trap is daddy)
(Akachi on the beat, lil’ bitch)
I woke up feelin’ great
Made 30 bands today
I might just drive the Wraith
When I walk in the mall, I go crazy
If I’m sippin’ on lean, then I’m lazy
I pulled up in the foreign, don’t race me
And it’s always been fuck you, then pay me
And I ain’t gon’ lie, your girl a lil’ freak
Added me on Snapchat, asked for a streak
First class flight, bring her ass to the beach
Bring her out to Cali and travel the streets
3 bands, 4 bands, 10 band night
I left them mall 20 bags, get it right
Hop on the plane or the jet, took flight
I had the ball, got me feelin’ like Mike, look
Niggas just mad cause I’ve been gettin’ bread
Spray with the thing, we could aim at your head
I got a Rari, it came in red
I woke up feelin’ great
Made 30 bands today
I do my dance today
I might just drive the Wraith
When I walk in the mall, I go crazy
If I’m sippin’ on lean, then I’m lazy
I pulled up in the foreign, don’t race me
And it’s always been fuck you, then pay me
Me and Akachi like Coke with the Henny
I used to trap out the house, now it’s Bentleys
2 years ago, I ain’t even have pennies
Now I’m doin’ ten for a night, uh
Plus you gotta book a nigga flight, uh
Used to put the xan inside the Sprite, uh
Now I’m in a motherfuckin’ bag
Yo’ bitch on her motherfuckin’ ass
Woke up in this bitch and do the dash
I woke up feelin’ great
Made 30 bands today
I do my dance today
I might just drive the Wraith
When I walk in the mall, I go crazy
If I’m sippin’ on lean, then I’m lazy
I pulled up in the foreign, don’t race me
And it’s always been fuck you, then pay me
Album
Joey Trap – Trap Jack 3
