Lyrics Q Money – Make A Jugg
Text:
I’m a real trapper, I do what I wanna
RIP Bankroll
(2-17 on the track man)
Old lady mad ’cause I trap through the neighborhood
I can make a jugg baby, I can make a jugg
I can make a jugg baby, I can make a jugg
I wish a nigga would baby, I wish a nigga would
I be making juggs, I’m trappin’ through my neighborhood
Wish a nigga would baby, I wish a nigga would
I be making juggs, I’m trappin’ through my neighborhood
Bitch I like to brag, I was humble in the past
Niggas hit me with the drag so I turnt up on they ass
I got pills, I got gas, I got bitches and they bad
I got one hand on her thigh and my other on her ass
Killin’ this bitch from the back, I damn near had a heart attack
I realized my stamina bad so I had to run some laps
Runnin’ circles ’round you niggas, that’s a motherfuckin’ fact
I will not be in attendance if I cannot bring my strap
Money on me my nigga
Ain’t shit funny my nigga
I’m in your nigga’s cool baby but he ain’t me (I’m the shit)
Everything designer, even my fuckin’ sheets
I’m a dog baby, now give me a treat, ha
Old lady mad ’cause I trap through the neighborhood
Old nigga mad ’cause I can fuck his daughter good
I can make a jugg baby, I can make a jugg
I can make a jugg baby, I can make a jugg
I wish a nigga would baby, I wish a nigga would
I be making juggs, I’m trappin’ through my neighborhood
I be making juggs, I’m trappin’ through my neighborhood
I got plays gettin’ off the fuckin’ interstate
My phone ring too much for a fuckin’ dinner date
I got
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in the car just in case I have to escape
I got my money if they throw a nigga behind the gate
I don’t ride on my scale, if I short you, oh well
Bitch I got clientele, and they bring me other sales
Send that pack through the mail, prayin’ I don’t go to jail
Change my fit for a week, these bitches still like how I smell
I’m fuckin’ that bitch at the hotel
Catchin’ my licks at the hotel
Got the feds on my ass so I can’t leave a paper trail
I’m trappin’ at the Shell, my neighbors want me to go to hell
Try to call the police, bitch I’m skatin’ like Pharrell
Old lady mad ’cause I trap through the neighborhood
Old nigga mad ’cause I can fuck his daughter good
I can make a jugg baby, I can make a jugg
I can make a jugg baby, I can make a jugg
I wish a nigga would baby, I wish a nigga would
I be making juggs, I’m trappin’ through my neighborhood
Wish a nigga would baby, I wish a nigga would
I be making juggs, I’m trappin’ through my neighborhood
