Young Dolph - Cross Country Lyrics

My first hundred thousand
Got me a plug, and that money start piling
Got that new Coope with 0 milage
Faragamo down in my trap house stylen
I don't need no motherfuckin stylest
Young niggas wildin, moder
I sent that shit back to the plug
And told him I don't want it
If it ain't the loudest

Imma come get it
Get that shit back to my own city
Tax these niggas, I ain't showing no love
Send it to my dawgs for the low low
I make a bitch look good
A young nigga caked up
I never ever fuck with a broke ho
Na that's a no no
I made her give me head so long
That saur throat
Stait to stait, eating steak getting cake
Never trust a nigga if he can't
Look you in the face yeah I'm living good
But only if you knew what it takes

I'm trappin, cross country trappin
Trappin, trappin
Trappin, cross country trappin
Trappin, trappin, trappin
Cross country trappin

I ain't ever had shit, so I went and got it
One day I might be in
The next day in ATL, might pull up in a Rari
I sell dope, that's my job
Nigga this ain't no motherfuckin hobby
I heard some niggas wanna rob me
So I turned up a lil more
I don't give a fuck, you know how I be
Let a nigga try me
Shit gonna get a little sloppy
When I was finished with your bitch
She was knock kneed
Remember I was looking for a plug
Ran into this bitch said her daddy got keys
I had to break it down to the bitch
I don't sell blow but the price so cheap
I might as well though
Lil mama wanna fuck, you can tell though
But me, I don't give a damb though
Cross country trappin cross country trappin
I just got here
And did whatever I had to do
To make this shit happen
Turn a hundred dollars to a hundred thousand
Dope boy magic

I'm trappin, cross country trappin
Trappin, trappin
Trappin, cross country trappin
Trappin, trappin, trappin
Cross country trappin