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Young Rich Squad Misha, stop playing Everyone's a star, just not all famous I was born to hustle and I made it, yeah I don’t have no patience, but I waited Now I grab a bottle, we get faded Yeah, I worked hard for that bag And if you niggas talkin' shit, don't give a fuck if y’all brag 'Cause I've been chasin' Benjamins, yeah, I been gettin' that cash Remember runnin' from the feds, I had the jakes on my ass I've been gettin' these lil’ digits, like my lil’ calculator I think I'm on the come up now, boy I’m in the elevator I just got me a new whip and all the sheets alligator 'Cause if you look inside the dash, got a touch screen, navigator My name Joey Trap Fuck the police, rat I'm on the beat, I snap That holy crap That boy got the strap, he on the trigger tappin' bullets, shit Fuck y’all lil' bullshit, I'm on my bully shit Your wig is split Boy I keep a knot in case you wanna trip You niggas not talkin' 'bout the shit 'cause you ain't with the shit God damn, Shooting at yo leggs do the Can Can Letras de cancionesBam-bam, ain't no Fruity Pebbles, I'm Toucan Sam Pan Am , even on the flight I keep my fan, damn Yeah, haha That's my best friend Clip, it hold a 30, that's a grown man, oh man I just be the one that fucked yo' girlfriend, yo' girlfriend And I don't even call her 'less she workin' or twerkin', no Yeah Hop in my bag today, I'm gettin' the cash, yeah You better pick up the speed cus we finna pass y'all, yeah yeah I'm gettin' this money today, I'm gettin' this money today Yeah, I'm gettin' this money today, I'm- Gettin' this money all day, all day, all day, yeah Been in my bag all day, all day, all day Niggas wan' hate all day, all day, all day Pull out that K all day, all day Nigga, my niggas don't play, don't play Yeah, uh, everyone's a star just not all famous, yeah I was born a hustler boy, I made it, yeah I don't have no patience, but I still waited Now I'm gonna grab a bottle, we faded Now I'm gonna grab a bottle, we faded From Letras Mania