Traffickin Lyrics - Consignment - Jadakiss

Black Sain 

Yeah 

Road trip, yeah I'm trafficking the white 

Road trip, yeah I'm trafficking the white 

Road trip, yeah I'm trafficking the white 

Please lord don't let me go to jail tonight 

Road trip, yeah I'm trafficking the white 

Road trip, yeah I'm trafficking the white 

Road trip, yeah I'm trafficking the white 

Please lord don't let me go to jail tonight 

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Lets start off with the Feds, heard about me through they mans 

Heard how I put them white bricks inside the vans 

No skateboard shit, I ain't talking vans 

Got a 12 gauge chopper in the barrel of these cans 

Forges on that ho, got them in a trance 

Got dancing shoes on, she say she like the way it dance 

Yeah, get money count bands 

Where im from motherfuckers see the grams equal grands 

Pop that crystal plate, better check my resume 

Not the 50 though, couldn't have a better day 

You niggas caught up in the hype, these niggas day dreaming shit 

And I was trafficking the white 

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Work, what you know about it nigga? 

Realest nigga in it, ask your ho about me nigga 

Glock and a beam real nigga team, I'm just tryna see that life from a dollar and a dream 

5 for the Bentley, 10 for the Hummer, and my verse half a quarter ain't look back from her 

Hunned bricks later, album and the label, gotta thank the streets cuz they put food on my table 

And I stay hot, undercover Tahoe, talkin codes to my driver "watch out for them pot holes" 

Conspiracy nigga, seriously nigga 

You don't wanna go against they Grand Jury nigga 

So when I see you in the club with your Jewellery nigga 

About them bricks that you sold I ain't heard you nigga 

Road trips yeah I'm trafficking the white 

Go with this shit yeah you might get life 

I switch cars with the Mexicans 

I just hope this ain't the car they arrest me in 

The highway is on fire, Diesel in the doors 

Coke in the tires 

It's the price that you pay when you're a supplier 

The lord knows I'm just trying to make it to the buyers 

Seat belt on, 2 hands on the wheel 

I break it all down, it's least a couple mill 

Get rid of the weight, keep all of the pills 

I ain't gotta be here, I just do it for the thrills 

A nigga waitin on me say he want the whole shit 

Never spend the profit, put it on the whole flip 

Those that like to gossip, they don't really know shit 

What you gross this year, I made in '06 

When I hit the crib, I'ma smoke a whole zip 

Cause I made it back safe from another road trip 

And I'm gone