Trap Money Lyrics - Young Noah

[Hook:] 

Trap money good but the wrath only pilin'... 

(I don't think they hear me...) 

[Verse 1: Thi'sl] 

He say he paid the cost to be the boss 

He want that new bent, top off 

He say he burn the block, hot sauce 

He say the world is his but look at what it cost 

See his daddy was a dope boy 

Uncle was a dope boy 

Brother was a dope boy 

Sister was a dope girl 

Cousin was a dope boy 

Only thing that he knew was dope boy 

Now everybody that I named in jail or dead 

It's like the devil putting that money on they head 

See the trap money good 

But the wrath is pillin' 

You and god got beef 

You don't want them problems 

Cause why we getting fast that money good 

But believe me it won't help you when they put you in that wood 

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[Hook:] 

Trap money good but the wrath only pilin'... 

(I don't think they hear me...) 

[Verse 2: Young Noah] 

Back in the day I had a lot of pay 

But then I got saved 

Took a pay cut by the way I'm still blessed 

Money can solve some problems but if you on the wrong side 

Of when he crack that sky it's gonna be grotesque 

It's gonna be a hot mess 

Surrounded by dead flesh eternally hopeless 

You better listen to the sound of the Holy Ghost 

Stumping bumping jumping up in your chest 

That money won't last it'll pass like gas 

It'll fade like grass fast 

Whiplash in your face like car crash 

If you keep on living in darkness 

Homeboy I know you ain't heartless 

Rick Ross done fed you that garbage 

This is not a diss 

This is just a word for the dope boy 

Trapping and rapping dealing with life challenges 

All I'm trying to tell them is 

They can be better than they can be better men 

Lawyers doctors high school letter men 

Why are you settling for the same thing locked up your partner them 

Why would you follow them, why would you model them 

They ain't did nothing but fail 

Jesus Christ I pray you follow him 

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[Hook:] 

Trap money good but the wrath only pilin'... 

(I don't think they hear me...) 

[Verse 3: Flame] 

I see you in these streets out here trying to get it 

You never sleep trying to triple your diggets 

I know your model is money over everything 

Mr. Ice cream man moving hurricane 

You got that trap money, got you feeling hood rich 

Got you feeling good with 

Racks on racks and hood chicks 

But after that you could get 

Caught up with some fed time 

Or god forbid they hit the kid with rad-di-tat tat bed time 

Or worst than that you keep trapping 

Oscar winner keep acting 

Like you don't hear the lord calling 

One day he's gon' wreak havoc 

Ask the real Rick Ross 

All that money can get lost 

God's gon' ask how you respond to his son on a bloody cross 

[Hook:] 

Trap money good but the wrath only pilin'... 

(I don't think they hear me...)