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Tyson el Dominicano - Money Out the Trap Lyrics



Tyson el Dominicano - Money Out the Trap Lyrics
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Ama get this money out the trap
Headed to the top am from the bottom of the map
Catch me up n down i be hustling like a cab
I be with my brothers we be looking like a frat
Gang Gang
Ama get this money out the trap
Headed to the top am from the bottom of the map
Catch me up n down i be hustling like a cab
I be with my brothers we be looking like a frat
Gang Gang
Real nigga in the game i want the money f*ck the fame nigga
I be taking hits i'll bust a brain for the change nigga
I be in the trap house in my own lane nigga
Big dope boy smoking on the best strain nigga
Bitch i hold down New Orleans
Them missile and them magazines
My lil nigga he sucka free
Be thugging around on Josephine
You pussy niggas make believe
Dont make me cause a casualty
I am living good financially
The Bread Winners my family
You bitches know whats up with me
I get the money in them streets
I love the color blue and green
I be around but seldom seen
I f*ck with them dominicans my nigga TED a hooligan
I am OG Boobie Black a motherf*cking hood
Ama get this money out the trap
Headed to the top am from the bottom of the map
Catch me up n down i be hustling like a cab
I be with my brothers we be looking like a frat
Gang Gang
Ama get this money out the trap
Headed to the top am from the bottom of the map
Catch me up n down i be hustling like a cab
I be with my brothers we be looking like a frat
Gang Gang
I ain't picky with this shit i am just trying to get rich
You can pay me all in ones ama throw it on a bitch
Randy Johnson with the fast ball nigga ama pitch
If am doing bad you can catch me on the pot am like a witch
Hustler i can sell umbrellas to a fish
I am cheff of the skinny people working on a dish
Me and Og Boobie Black macking to your bitch
My career is going well nigga you can make a wish
It is death to anybody that has ever took the stand
I am Jax from Mortal Combat with two metals in my hand
If u catch me on the beach
I'll leave u leaking on the sand
I be with the strap like that shit be trying catch a tann
Hustle hustle hustle i could never take a break
Dont get along with pussy niggas am allergic to the fake
Ama stay smoking this niggas you can call that Wake & Bake
It might be your birthday but am the one getting the cake
Ama get this money out the trap
Headed to the top am from the bottom of the map
Catch me up n down i be hustling like a cab
I be with my brothers we be looking like a frat
Gang Gang
Ama get this money out the trap
Headed to the top am from the bottom of the map
Catch me up n down i be hustling like a cab
I be with my brothers we be looking like a frat
Gang Gang
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Ama get this money out the trap
Headed to the top am from the bottom of the map
Catch me up n down i be hustling like a cab
I be with my brothers we be looking like a frat
Gang Gang
Ama get this money out the trap
Headed to the top am from the bottom of the map
Catch me up n down i be hustling like a cab
I be with my brothers we be looking like a frat
Gang Gang
Real nigga in the game i want the money f*ck the fame nigga
I be taking hits i'll bust a brain for the change nigga
I be in the trap house in my own lane nigga
Big dope boy smoking on the best strain nigga
Bitch i hold down New Orleans
Them missile and them magazines
My lil nigga he sucka free
Be thugging around on Josephine
You pussy niggas make believe
Dont make me cause a casualty
I am living good financially
The Bread Winners my family
You bitches know whats up with me
I get the money in them streets
I love the color blue and green
I be around but seldom seen
I f*ck with them dominicans my nigga TED a hooligan
I am OG Boobie Black a motherf*cking hood
Ama get this money out the trap
Headed to the top am from the bottom of the map
Catch me up n down i be hustling like a cab
I be with my brothers we be looking like a frat
Gang Gang
Ama get this money out the trap
Headed to the top am from the bottom of the map
Catch me up n down i be hustling like a cab
I be with my brothers we be looking like a frat
Gang Gang
I ain't picky with this shit i am just trying to get rich
You can pay me all in ones ama throw it on a bitch
Randy Johnson with the fast ball nigga ama pitch
If am doing bad you can catch me on the pot am like a witch
Hustler i can sell umbrellas to a fish
I am cheff of the skinny people working on a dish
Me and Og Boobie Black macking to your bitch
My career is going well nigga you can make a wish
It is death to anybody that has ever took the stand
I am Jax from Mortal Combat with two metals in my hand
If u catch me on the beach
I'll leave u leaking on the sand
I be with the strap like that shit be trying catch a tann
Hustle hustle hustle i could never take a break
Dont get along with pussy niggas am allergic to the fake
Ama stay smoking this niggas you can call that Wake & Bake
It might be your birthday but am the one getting the cake
Ama get this money out the trap
Headed to the top am from the bottom of the map
Catch me up n down i be hustling like a cab
I be with my brothers we be looking like a frat
Gang Gang
Ama get this money out the trap
Headed to the top am from the bottom of the map
Catch me up n down i be hustling like a cab
I be with my brothers we be looking like a frat
Gang Gang
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Writer: Johnny Rodriguez
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Tyson el Dominicano - Money Out the Trap Video
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Performed By: Tyson el Dominicano
Language: English
Length: 3:17
Written by: Johnny Rodriguez

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