Joey Trap - WONGA Lyrics

(Young Rich Squad)

(Akachi in this mother fucker)

Yo

Shawty bust it open go savage
Big Glock dance watch a young nigga spazzing
Brodie bang Blood he be saying, "What's bracking?"
Crip car paint, but my blue diamonds flashing
Yo
Shawty love my bars like a Kit Kat
Bape from my sweater to my draws I don't miss match
Yo
Flyer than a rocket and that's big facts
We just getting started funny thing we made an impact
Yo

Eating steak getting big bread
No mistake yo bitch give head
Horse power call it red dead
Big red Rari on the freeway turn the feds heads
Shit
I'ma play hoes
Keep a line up case my main shorty play tho
Yo
Ha
They like, "True shit"
How you getting money but you never even do shit
Damn, I be laughing to the bank, ha
Niggas talk shit 'til they see the red dot
Yo, huh
Why ya mans hot?
Tell him chill bill for a nigga get popped
Bitch we done nigga
I don't give a fuck where a nigga from, nigga
We gon' send shots 'til a nigga dumb, nigga
When I'm with yo bitch bet I make yo bitch cum, nigga

Shawty bust it open go savage
Big Glock dance watch a young nigga spazzing
Brodie bang Blood he be saying, "What's bracking?"
Crip car paint, but my blue diamonds flashing
Yo
Shawty love my bars like a Kit Kat
Bape from my sweater to my draws I don't miss match
Yo
Flyer than a rocket and that's big facts
We just getting started funny thing we made an impact
Yo

Shawty bust it open go savage
Big Glock dance watch a young nigga spazzing
Brodie bang Blood he be saying, "What's bracking?"
Crip car paint, but my blue diamonds flashing
Yo
Shawty love my bars like a Kit Kat
Bape from my sweater to my draws I don't miss match
Yo
Flyer than a rocket and that's big facts
We just getting started funny thing we made an impact
Yo

Had to keep it going 'cause this shit smack
Niggas talking shit up on the gram get ya bitch smacked
Damn, I don't need no fans 'cause my shit clap
Big diamonds dance have them bands in the Benz back
Yo