Cash Star Lil Boss and Lil' Flip - Plastic

Motivated by the money and ain't ever told nothin
They can't take nothin from me
Went from a youngin, thugging, hustling, getting money
Woke up one morning realized I got that money (damn)
I really got that money
Everything them niggas wanted
They got that from me (man)
On that cool it was a wonderful feelin
I pray to God everyday to take me away from drug dealing

Went from trapping in houses, to trapping in traffic
Fuck a cell make a sell I just need some plastic
I just need some plastic
I just need some plastic
Fuck a cell make a sell I just need some plastic

Went from trapping in houses, to trapping in traffic
Fuck a girl here some girl I just need some plastic
I just need some plastic
I just need some plastic
Fuck a girl here some girl I just need some plastic

Hey streets!
Say hello to God b
I swear to God if he was here he couldn't guard me
I'm a street king
Better than cli
You betta eye me
Watch me and see if one of these peasant niggas a try me
I'm icy
Look nigga (look nigga)
I'm icy
Shoulda been hogged the streets from you pussies but I've been righteous
Now you doin betta now
Gucci sweater down
Selling pounds for another nigga this nigga a clown
Hit me now?

Cash Star leave out the Boss
Because the streets know I've been the Boss (nigga)
Y'all got cars and no house
I got houses and cars that I don't even floss (nigga)
Make it make sense

Its Cash Star leave out the Boss
Because the streets know I've been the Boss (nigga)
Y'all got cars and no house
I got houses and cars that I don't even floss (nigga)

Went from trapping in houses, to trapping in traffic
Fuck a cell make a sell I just need some plastic
I just need some plastic
I just need some plastic
Fuck a cell make a sell I just need some plastic

Went from trapping in houses, to trapping in traffic
Fuck a girl here some girl I just need some plastic
I just need some plastic
I just need some plastic
Fuck a girl here some girl I just need some plastic

(Lil' Flip in the building)
cye I'm the reason why it ain't no more Glad Lock bags
When I was going rock for rock I had my matchbox mad
I used to stand on Botany with a pocket full of stones
But then them whoop whoop came I started trapping out my home
I graduated from them rocks
Now we moving building blocks
But then them alphabet boys came and made the hood hot
But they wasn't knocking at my door they ass was down the street
So I started hustling out of town I went to Tennessee
cnd then I went to Jacktown
I turned that bitch to Cracktown
I royal rumble with the work
Come and get yo smackdown
c nigga play with me and Boss they'll meet The Undertaker
It's contraband in my hood I feel like Ronald Reagan

Trapping ain't dead these niggas just scared Flip

Written by:
Quinten Wiggins, Wesley Weston

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