Trap Girl Rollie Song Lyrics

Trap Girl Rollie by Diamond (Crime Mob)

(Hook)
Trap a rollie cost me 30Gs
Birkin’ benjie b**ches on my feet
I-I-I can’t sleep, the money got me geek’d
???
And he got 200 on the dash
He just dropped 2000 in my bag
I flew him to Paris just to smash
It ain’t freakin’, ain’t no pressure on the cash
(Verse)
I flew him out to Paris all the way out from Cali
I put the rollie on his wrist
Told his miss she couldn’t do it better
I hang with some diddy boots
The other’s ratchet, nasty
He bought the bag and he bought the chair
That’s why I call ‘im daddy
He be ?
I squirt it like automatic
Spendin’ on em in on Lou Vera
On my Giuseppe and Louie bag
Whenever his credit cost had the decline
That’s when I let him have it
100 karats on my weddin bag
And he’d even think in ?
I am not of that
Nev been none of that
Disappear in Mustang
This is not a ‘Lac
Payed for it all in cash
Clearance set on the back
His and her automar
Each had the quarter racks
(Hook)
Trap a rollie cost me 30Gs
Birkin’ benjie b**ches on my feet
I-I-I can’t sleep, the money got me geek’d
???
And he got 200 on the dash
He just dropped 2000 in my bag
I flew him to Paris just to smash
It ain’t freakin’, ain’t no pressure on the cash
(Bridge)
Say you not avoid me
You can’t afford about the creep
So why you keep buggin’ me?
Why you keep buggin’ me?
They say this &() is heaven sent
I am in love with the presidents
Ain’t have a friend with benefits
He betta buy me a residence
(Verse 2)
My ring cost me 40Gs
Threw ice in that rollie thing
I’m a bad b**ch and they know it
That’s why they envy me
She say I’m sweet like the Embassy
He wanna ride in my Georgia peach(?)
He say he fallin’ in love
But money mean more to me
I cop a mill on residuals
Checkin’ me out like a physical
He say I ride like a vehicle
Best watch yoself, optimistically
Six figures spent on my residence
I am in love with the presidents
My fingers they itchin’
Thuggin’ up by no &*()tch
I want the lot, not the biscuits
(Hook)
Trap a rollie cost me 30Gs
Birkin’ benjie b**ches on my feet
I-I-I can’t sleep, the money got me geek’d
???
And he got 200 on the dash
He just dropped 2000 in my bag
I flew him to Paris just to smash
It ain’t freakin’, ain’t no pressure on the cash