Made a lot of money on the road
[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
So much green on my street like it’s Grove

Early mornin’ trappin’
Early mornin’ trappin’
[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Made a lot of money on the road
[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
She bad and boujee but whippin’ a birdie
[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
She wanna hop out her skirt, that’s when she poppin’ the Perc’

30 got a mop, shoot you, look like chicken pox
Yeeeeahhhh
[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd]

She bad and boujee, gon’ whip up a birdie
Ain’t doin’ no talkin’, the red beam (red beam)
My bitches perplexin’, young nigga, we flexin’
Ain’t doin’ no talkin’, the red beam (red beam)
It’s a movie just like Pixar, movie just like Pixar
So much green on my street like it’s grove
[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Your diamonds don’t shine, my pinky a 30
Your diamonds don’t shine, my pinky a 30
Was up trappin’ early (early)
I’m a trapstar, ayy
[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
You niggas is fraud, your diamonds is blurry
Lil bitch
Dream might get a hundred bands, now I’m ridin’ ’round in the Lamb
My cup is so dirty (what)
Early mornin’ trappin’
Like I know the dots

Money way, only way, y’know what I’m sayin’?
Actavis in my drink, I’ma pour, yeah

Your diamonds don’t shine, my pinky a 30
[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
I be whippin’ rocks, fiends and me, they sniffin’ rocks
So much green on my street like it’s Grove
My cup is so dirty (lean)
[Intro: Al Pacino & Rich The Kid]
Pull up with Trippie, pull off with your bitch, put dick in her kidneys (yeah)
Hope I don’t crash, do the dash in a NASCAR, it really is a fast car
Actavis in my drink, I’ma pour, yeah
Actavis in my drink, I’ma pour, yeah
Get shot out, turn your ass to clip-art
Now they book me, 10K for a show
My bitches perplexin’, young nigga, we flexin’
Racks all in the cabinet (racks)
She bad and boujee, I’m makin’ movies, might fuck a bitch on cam
Ain’t doin’ no talkin’, the red beam (red beam)
Yeeeeahhhh
Yeeeeahhhh
The rims of the Bentley cost 14
They was hatin’, I was rackin’, stackin’ and relaxin’
Made a lot of money on the road

I’m sendin’ her right home (Huh, what?)
I’m trappin’ the 30 (30)

Makin’ art just like Mozart, art just like Mozart
My cup is so dirty (what)
Yeah, turn you ass to clip-art
I don’t do no cap’n (cap’n)
Pour up the pint, that’s so clean (so clean)
My bitches perplexin’, young nigga we flexin’
The rims of the Bentley cost 14
Pour up the pint, that’s so clean (so clean)
My cup is so dirty (what)
Was up trappin’ early (early)
She bad and boujee but whippin’ a birdie
Yeeeeahhhh
Now they book me, 10K for a show

The rims of the Bentley cost 14
She bad and boujee but whippin’ a birdie
AP two-tone, she suckin’ my dick, wanna fuck wit my ice on (ice on)
Early mornin’ trappin’
More Act’ in the Simply, whese niggas in line to get to the milli’ (whoa)
Was up trappin’ early (early)
Pour up the pint, that’s so clean (so clean)
Huh
Early mornin’ trappin’
[Bridge: Trippie Redd]
Now they book me, 10K for a show
I’ma beat her box, beatin’ off her fuckin’ socks
Boy, you is a retard, on the go just like a go-kart
I need a Fanta, got syrup (syrup), I might just hop out the Vert
I told you, no fucking kids! I told you, man, I told you! Don’t fuck with me! No, but you wouldn’t listen, why, you stupid fuck, look at you now