Trapjxhn - ATP Lyrics

At this pace that im going
I might have a jet ina year
My money used to talk coupes
Now my money talkin lears
100 ps from tha west coast
And I make it all disappear
I know sum niggas who hate that im shinin
So ima throw ice in my ears
I know some niggas
Who bitches a f*ck me today
And the. Tell em they did
I been ballin on niggas like
Two
Three
Up in tha black and tha red
I been stacking my paper so mufuggin high
Its up over my head
I said I was bouta go get me a jeep
But
I might want a rover ensted
Walk thru the airport
I dont take no duffle
I just gotta bag fulla bread
Niggas be talkin like they gettin money
But they broke
And niggas can see it
These niggas love to hate me
And
They hate to love me
Like that f*ck wit my paper
Im
F*ckin up guts
F*ckin up weaves
But
Im never f*ckin my cake up
Nigga
I love this money
I ont love these hoes
I just f*ck
And im skatin
I gotta phone
That bitch do ten in week
Aint no time for relating
I got some niggas depending on me
So I gotta mufuggin make it
And
At this pace that im going
My money flowing like vegas
Nigga
I got this coupe of lot
This bitch
Did not come with no payments
No wonder these niggas be muggin
And im all of they
Bitches favorites
My confidence way thru the roof
I never let a f*ck boy phase me
My
Pack just land
My money dont fold
Like gotti and baby
Just touch down
Right back on the block
And im goin crazy
Too much weight
In the louie bag
Got my shoulder aching
I
Open up shop
I sell shit out
Like jordan made it
When tou make it from nothing to summn tha feeling is more than amazing
Im smoking dope out tha pound bag
Im more than faded
These sneakers I got on today
They a cost you a mortgage payment
I call the store
Say im on my way
And they have shit waiting
I
Show my niggas we can shine too
Keep em mxtivated