Trap Luv Lyrics - Hood Billionaire - Rick Ross

I'm in a jungle 

Lions, tigers and gorillas and shit nigga 

It's a lot of monkey ass niggas out here too 

'Lotta hustle nigga 

Rules, laws, strategy 

10 million dollars later I'm a blessing nigga 

How a nigga rich but still stressing nigga 

Glock .40, Smith & Wesson nigga 

Streets will never ever stop testing niggas 

Youngin' give 'em a head shot, send a message nigga 

Part rapper, part goon, still finessing nigga 

I believe in hustle I don't fuck with luck 

And it's fuck em kill em all if they don't fuck with us 

Them three letters mean a lot boy, sacrifices 

Cocaine Mafia, double check the prices 

Niggas killing niggas like they got a license 

Niggas crossing over like they Allen Iverson 

Fuck 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 shit 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, fuck the award show 

Cause I shoot this bitch up and only God knows 

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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 dope 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 W.E.B. Du Bois 

Souls of black folk to hustle wasn't a choice 

Rap game everybody skimming off the top 

Fuck interest as long as you pull it off the lock 

Hoes on the fuck, 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 fuckin' 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, nigga 

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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 

I came so close to the edge 

Ain't no mercy young nigga 

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 shit 

I pray you rich forever my nigga 

Hood Billionaire