TRAP
Soulja Boy Feat. Migos Lyrics

Yung Rich Nation! (Yo)
This is a song by Soulja Boy featuring Migos

Migos!
Migos are also featured on this track

This what they been waiting for
People have been waiting for a song like this

If you don't know what you're hearing
If you don't understand what you're listening to

You're listening to that new trap funk
This is a new genre of music that combines trap music and funk music

Same keys that you're hearing
The music you are hearing has the same keys used in it as the keys in the trunk of my car

Same keys that I got in my trunk
The keys in the music are the same as the keys I have stored in the trunk of my car

Trap funk 'cause I'm having gas bag
This type of music is called trap funk and I am producing it because I have a lot of money

And I made it off of trap talk
I became successful by talking about my experiences in the trap game

'Cause I'm having gas bag and I made it off of trap talk
I am successful because I have a lot of money and I gained my success by talking about my experiences in the trap game

Same keys I am dealing
The same keys used in this music are the same ones I am dealing in the trap game

Same niggas that you're fearing
The same people you are afraid of are the ones I am surrounded by

Same niggas that I live with
The same people that I live with are the ones you are scared of

Couple M's in the attic
I have millions of dollars stored in the attic of my house

Ain't gotta count it every day 'cause I'm havin'
I don't need to count my money every day because I have so much of it

Got the fish in the water, I'm slabbin' ooh
I am fishing and catching a lot of fish

Count up the extras, I'm dabbin'
I am counting the extra money I have and feeling good about it

Eighteen hours in Moscow
I spent eighteen hours in Moscow

What the hell them niggas doin' in Moscow?
Why are these people in Moscow?

Yung Rich Nation, Migo gang now
We are the Yung Rich Nation and we are now part of the Migo gang

Have an international fame now
We are famous all over the world

She don't speak no English, she wanna meet me
She doesn't know how to speak English, but she still wants to meet me

Her daddy the plug out in Argentina
Her father is connected and has power in Argentina

She try to drain that liquid in the glass
She is trying to drink the drink in the glass

Told the baby girl "it's not Tequila"
I told her that the drink in the glass is not Tequila

In Miami I hit the doughnut in the traffic
I did a doughnut in my car while in traffic in Miami

In the Lamborghini two seater
I was driving a Lamborghini that only seats two people

Your ho fly, antenna, I take her to the telly
Your woman is attractive and I will take her to my hotel

I fuck her one time and I leave her
I have sex with her one time and then I leave her

I got the blues
I am feeling down

Used to be kickin' them doors in my Jordans
I used to wear Jordans and kick down doors

I walk in the club with my Lous (Louboutins)
Now I wear Louboutins and walk into clubs

Now we fuck bitches by two
Now we have threesomes

Dropped out of school, they said we was fools
We dropped out of school and people thought we were foolish

Them diamonds looking like a fool
My diamonds look amazing

Mansion, twenty five rooms, we got bananas, baboons
I have a mansion with 25 rooms and monkeys

Young niggas we brought the trap, back
We, as young people, have brought trap music back

We gave you, so fuck it, we want it back
We gave you trap music, but now we want it back

Don't do that, nigga, boy, we on that
Don't mess with us because we are ready for anything

Whippin' and flippin', you cloned that
You copied my style of cooking and selling drugs

I'm not going back and forth
I'm not arguing

She knew it was a 'Rari when she seen the horse
She knew it was a Ferrari when she saw the horse emblem on it

Trappin' babies and we never abort it
We are selling drugs and never stopping

Migo gang we established on the north
The Migos are established in the northern part of wherever they are

We had the bando beating like a po'
We had the trap house jumping with activity

I wanted some money, I jumped off the porch
I wanted money, so I became involved in the drug game

Hot nigga so I keep me a toy
I am dangerous, so I carry a weapon

I will burn a nigga, put that on my lil' boy
I will hurt someone badly, and I swear on my child

Call it trap funk 'cause we having gas backs
We call this type of music trap funk because we have a lot of money

And we put the fork in the trap
We made a lot of money selling drugs

Same keys you're here playing on the piano
The same keys you are hearing in the music are the same keys on my piano

I got them wrapped up in saran wrap
I have drugs wrapped in saran wrap

Got a plug, got in Moscow with the act
I have a connection and drugs in Moscow

And go tell them too much information they rats
Don't tell people too much information, or they will snitch

Baby bottle, but no Rugrat
I am drinking out of a baby bottle, but I am not a baby

Niggas is old hundreds, call them Thunder Cats
People have old hundred dollar bills and are therefore called Thunder Cats

Young nigga be dabbin', hittin' the foam with the spatula
I am doing the popular dance move called dabbing and cooking drugs with a spatula

Dab daddy, pull up, these bitches suck me like Dracula
I am the king of dabbing and women want to have sex with me

Diamonds pull up, my jeweler from Canada
My diamonds are from a jeweler in Canada

You niggas still bubblegum wrapping 'cause you niggas amateurs (pitiful)
You guys are still making weak music because you are amateurs

Christian Louboutins, a walking mannequin
I am wearing expensive Louboutin shoes and look like a mannequin

My balmains full of blue Benjamins
My Balmains (jeans) are full of blue hundred dollar bills

Don't drink that shit just to be cool
Don't drink something just because it's popular

I only sip Actavis 'cause it's my medicine
I only drink Actavis because it is my preferred drug

They put me on the news, they tryna embarass me
They put me on the news to shame me

Got the Migos looking like we some terrorists
The Migos look like terrorists to some people

Taking hits, gotta run with the punchin'
We are being attacked, so we have to fight back

My momma told me it's just a form of jealousy
My mother told me that people hate because of jealousy