Trappin Out A Mansion

Trappin Out A Mansion Lyrics

[Intro]
This that high class street music
Paper Route Empire
It’s that Dolph sh*t
You smell me?
Everything extra stupid
Extra stupid
Remember I told you that

[Chorus]
Hit my white girl from the back, bumping Marilyn Manson
Saw her in Los Angeles trappin’ out a mansion
Trappin’ out a mansion, trappin’ out a mansion
Trappin’ out a mansion, trappin’ out a mansion
Hit my white girl from the back, bumping Marilyn Manson
Chilling in Los Angeles trappin’ out a mansion
Trappin’ out a mansion, trappin’ out a mansion
Trappin’ out a mansion, trappin’ out a mansion

[Verse 1]
You b**ches love Dolph money, I don’t know what you thought, man
This watch cost a Benz and this coopy cost a house, man
Nothing but designer grade pistols in my house, man
Met your b**ch at the club but I f**ked her on my couch, man
Belfast that’s my city, but cash taller than my hood, though
High class street, nigga, but still I f**k with hood hoes
Smoking weed, f**king white b**ches, trappin’ out a mansion
Countin bread and having rough sex with Khloe Kardashian
Put down the jeans sagging, all these diamonds flashing
How could your b**ch pass this sh*t up, home boy, I’m just asking?
Got her bent over, pulling her hair, bumping that Marilyn Manson
Trappin’ out a mansion

[Chorus]
Hit my white girl from the back, bumping Marilyn Manson
Saw her in Los Angeles trappin’ out a mansion
Trappin’ out a mansion, trappin’ out a mansion
Trappin’ out a mansion, trappin’ out a mansion
Hit my white girl from the back, bumping Marilyn Manson
Chilling in Los Angeles trappin’ out a mansion
Trappin’ out a mansion, trappin’ out a mansion
Trappin’ out a mansion, trappin’ out a mansion

[Verse 2]
Mansion full of white girls, blue ass blonde hair
Green ass, black hair
The features like a black girl
Think she got booty shots, just look how it poke out back there
Well f**k, I let, I got her second bells and counting racks there
Used to shop in mall in Memphis, now I shop in Beverly Hills
As a kid grew up with no license, he know I got several cribs
I’m always on the run, I can never sit still
f**k the world and how I feel,
If it ain’t a couple of mill then f**k that deal, it ain’t for me
I need seven million or more nigga, just to sign up
Gotta pay somebody a quarter of million just to find us
Marble floors and white hoes, trappin’ out a mansion

[Chorus]
Hit my white girl from the back, bumping Marilyn Manson
Saw her in Los Angeles trappin’ out a mansion
Trappin’ out a mansion, trappin’ out a mansion
Trappin’ out a mansion, trappin’ out a mansion
Hit my white girl from the back, bumping Marilyn Manson
Chilling in Los Angeles trappin’ out a mansion
Trappin’ out a mansion, trappin’ out a mansion
Trappin’ out a mansion, trappin’ out a mansion