Chorus: Rick Ross Em I took my roof off at the red light Am Bm I took my roof off at the red light Em Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap Am Bm Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap Em Brown bag legend 'cause it's all cash Am Bm Brown bag legend when it's all cash Em Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap Am Bm Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap Verse 1: Rick Ross Em Am Bm First one on the block, woah, I need mine off the top, uh Em Am Bm Overtown, he got shot, but he died in Opa-locka Em Am Bm Couldn't save one lung, hit 'em up, hmm, hmm Em Am Bm See the look on my face (woo!) like Carol City one state Em Am Bm Niggas hate on my sound, 'til I went the first round Em Am Bm Then I earnt the Lombardi, ain't no f*ckboys allowed Em Am Bm Only f*ck if she exclusive, her favorite rapper Lil Boosie Em Am Bm To tell the truth I didn't ask, when it come to bitches I'm Gucci Em Am Bm I'm the wrong one to rob, in the jungle I'm Nas Em Am Bm In the label I'm Russ, in the trap I'm Rick Ross Em Am Bm Double M, Goldman Sachs, just like Omar and Khloe Em Am Bm You can't dial for the packs, I sent you right back loaded Chorus: Rick Ross Em I took my roof off at the red light Am Bm I took my roof off at the red light Em Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap Am Bm Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap Em Brown bag legend 'cause it's all cash Am Bm Brown bag legend when it's all cash Em Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap Am Bm Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap Verse 2: Young Thug Em I was tryna bet the whole map Am Bm Out in Vegas, out the trap Em Niggas talkin' 'bout raidin' the trap Am Bm Man, I'm 'bout to go ape in the trap (nigga goin' ape shit) Em Nigga, watch your babies in the trap Am Bm Nigga cookin' oil base in the trap Em Young nigga slave in the trap Am Bm Nigga run base, base in the trap Em I'm 'bout to get this shit movin', yeah Am Bm Answer the door with the Woolie, yeah Em Wrist in the water, I need me a boat Am Bm I'm 'bout to get this shit cruisin', yeah Em Stand at the stove 'til you're woozy, woozy Am Bm Let's make a movie, movie, yeah Em Move, move, move Am Bm Bitch, I'm richer than Tom Cruise, yeah Em So many different meds on me Em F*ck around, call the Fed on me Em Chk-chk, boom boom boom your head, homie, reds Em Am Bm Draco got a lot of lead on it, you dead Chorus: Rick Ross Em I took my roof off at the red light Am Bm I took my roof off at the red light Em Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap Am Bm Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap Em Brown bag legend 'cause it's all cash Am Bm Brown bag legend when it's all cash Em Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap Am Bm Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap Verse 3: Wale Em Yeah, Wale though, uh, uh Em Am Bm I ain't nothin' like the trap niggas, Goyard backpack nigga Em Am Bm Uber crates 'til the Feds pull up, woo woo, cataracts, nigga Em I'm the type, holla at the wife Am Bm Her body yours, but her soul is mine Em Adios, do a hundred 20 Am Bm All she want is good dick and advice Em Am Bm Wraith, scrappin' my tires, Jameson 'til I'm fried Em Am Bm Famous here but I'm humble, Double M the Empire Em Am Bm Renzel got me all day, I'm Kyrie, he LeBron James Em Am Tired niggas say Folarin ain't top Bm I've been SportsCenter every day Em Am Bm I ain't nothin' like them trap guys, I mean I kinda do bag dimes Em Am Bm I kinda never do back down, leave a nigga high via rap lines Em Am Bm Get a beat, leave it baptized, mob ties, but it's black lives Em Am Bm Black lives, nigga, trap lives, gimme five on the black side Chorus: Rick Ross & Young Thug Em I took my roof off at the red light Am Bm I took my roof off at the red light Em Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap Am Bm Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap Em Brown bag legend 'cause it's all cash Am Bm Brown bag legend when it's all cash Em Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap Am Bm Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
