[Chorus: Yung Gleesh]
Trap money long, but your trap money skinny
This another track from TrapMoneyBenny
Fifty thousand dollars, I put half of it in it
I'm sorry, I'm sorry
I'm sorry, I'm sorry
Trap money long, but your trap money skinny
This another track from TrapMoneyBenny
Fifty pounds of Bubba Kush, it's carried in a Bentley
I'm sorry, I'm sorry
I'm sorry, I'm sorry

[Verse 1: Fredo Santana]
Who the fuck are you? Bitch I'm the king
N***a want beef, pistol smack em til he sleep
N***as say they savage but they squad looking weak
Went and got my 30 on me, let me call my n***a Gleesh
Ride tinted up, with Gino Marley
Fuck around, shoot a n***a party
Plug fronted me, I ran off, sorry
Please don't look for me or call me, I'ma catch a body
Coogi down, got me looking like Bill Cosby
Baby mama in my condo and she acting naughty
Million dollar dreams of a driving a Bugatti
But until, I'll be trapping 'til they stop me
[Chorus: Yung Gleesh]
Trap money long, but your trap money skinny
This another track from TrapMoneyBenny
Fifty thousand dollars, I put half of it in it
I'm sorry, I'm sorry
I'm sorry, I'm sorry
Trap money long, but your trap money skinny
This another track from TrapMoneyBenny
Fifty pounds of Bubba Kush, it's carried in a Bentley
I'm sorry, I'm sorry
I'm sorry, I'm sorry

[Verse 2: Yung Gleesh]
I'm sorry that I sold goop
Sorry that I sold boof
Work with the work, man I'm sorry that I worked you
I'm sorry that I'm old school
Pull up on some new school
Sorry I don't know you
Woo Shawty, Woo
The tangerine kush healing good boo
Four or five thousand worth of drugs up in your hood boo
The stench of boof batch got the K9's going coocoo

[Chorus: Yung Gleesh]
Trap money long, but your trap money skinny
This another track from TrapMoneyBenny
Fifty thousand dollars, I put half of it in it
I'm sorry, I'm sorry
I'm sorry, I'm sorry
Trap money long, but your trap money skinny
This another track from TrapMoneyBenny
Fifty pounds of Bubba Kush, it's carried in a Bentley
I'm sorry, I'm sorry
I'm sorry, I'm sorry
[Verse 3: Chief Keef]
Remember folks running from the cops
Now I get lots of fucking guap
Think I get more than a cop
I think I get more than the law
I'ma dog baby, look at my paws
No I don't go by the law
I just go by the guap, whatever he say go
Boy you better get your thot, or whenever she say go
We pull up to the spot, and whatever we say go
Finna go up and pick up this thot, she better have a halo
And if she tryna set me up, she'll be seeing stars and rainbows
It's a coincidence of some kind
Bankroll got rainbow
This hoe pretty, call her dime
Gotta hit that, can't fold
And when I'm spending guap
I gotta get that same loaf
For that guap, I'm bussing a round
Call me Sosa Kangol
Cuz I got guap, hoes on my Young Jock
Cuz I got guap, hoes be getting hot
Cuz I got guap, hoes be getting wet
Cuz I got guap, hoes be giving sex
Cuz I got guap, n***as feeling mad
Cuz I got guap, n***as be sad
Cuz I got guap, that don't mean a thang
Cuz I got guap n***a, I don't see you lames
I'm sorry