trevmas – I like how money sounds

trevmas – I like how money sounds Lyrics

Artist: trevmas
Song: I like how money sounds

Bro gave me a pill and i’ma take it
I keep a drac’ stick, room, b#tch, we shake it
Racks, i’ma make it, tax for a fake b#tch
Lax, how i’m sh#tting on ’em, i see 12 and i don’t brake, b#tch

You see me winning and you hate it
Wonder if you stuck around, maybe you’d be gucci down
I just took a trip around his block, welcome to loser town
I just bought my b#tch a birky bag, told her to lose the frown

Shooter, he do ten to life before he wear a cap and gown
Circle that boy f#cking block, we gave his #ss the runaround
Money comes and money goes, but f#ck, i like how money sound
That boy flexing like he up, f#ck around, gun him down

Drive-bys be so normal now, the neighbors used to ducking down
So much ice up on my neck, they f#cked around and brought the puck around
Jeffery dahmer, put his bones up in the ground
Call my phone, i hit the pound

If i don’t get you then my dogs will, i send the hounds
Please make room in your heart for me
I know it’s hard for you to see that
I try, early morning, late night

I just booked a plane ride, hoping you would stay mine
Crossing over state lines, with you, i spend my break time
I was careful with your heart, it’s crazy how you break mine
Your friends a ho, so you a ho, grapevine

I’m with my canines, lil’ b#tch, we have a great time
Pass my b#tch the baggy, i told her to break it up
They stream me ‘cross the world, i make bread while i’m waking up
But i don’t make enough, i’m so used to taking stuff

She scared of commitment, she so used to breaking up
Bro gave me a pill and i’ma take it
I keep a drac’ stick, room, b#tch, we shake it
Racks, i’ma make it, tax for a fake b#tch

Lax, how i’m sh#tting on ’em, i see 12 and i don’t brake, b#tch
You see me winning and you hate it
Wonder if you stuck around, maybe you’d be gucci down
I just took a trip around his block, welcome to loser town

I just bought my b#tch a birky bag, told her to lose the frown
How many bodies, what’s your timeline?
Oblivious to what i might find
Foot in the sand, i drew a fine line

You and i, this ain’t the right time
Don’t even try to lie to me
I know you switching sides, it’s time to see
I know that it’s hard to confide in me

That’s the man i’m trying hard not to be
I paint her face like i’m a vandal, she said i’m a handful
They say, “trevor, what’s up in your pants,” i got a pantful
Suicide doors up on the whip, i don’t like handles

Never been so sure of this like this is not a gamble
Randle cunningham, these bullets fly
I don’t f#ck with 12, not f#cking with the other guys
Only talk if it’s about the money, not talking otherwise

My b#tch #ss is real and it match her thighs
Girl, don’t play with me, i promise you don’t want to
You said he just a friend, i can tell he want you
Curb my feelings very well, wanna beat his #ss, i want to

She think that i’m fake as f#ck, like b#tch, why would i con you?
Deep inside, i wanna f#ck, wanna get deep inside
Wanna leave her with some feelings that she’ll never find
Again (again)

Again (again)
Again (again)
Again
Bro gave me a pill and i’ma take it

I keep a drac’ stick, room, b#tch, we shake it
Racks, i’ma make it, tax for a fake b#tch
Lax, how i’m sh#tting on ’em, i see 12 and i don’t brake, b#tch
You see me winning and you hate it

Wonder if you stuck around, maybe you’d be gucci down
I just took a trip around his block, welcome to loser town
I just bought my b#tch a birky bag, told her to lose the frown
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Release Year: 2022