Lyrics:

Hey man, get the door
These mother fuckers think it`s CVS around this bitch
Tell him we ain`t `bout that shit
Yo, who is it?
Uhh, Nick
Yo, nigga, what up?
Oh, nothin`
Why you come to this mother fucker so early all the time, man?
You-you said 1 o`clock
I don`t give a fuck what I said, nigga
I don`t get out the bed before two-thirty
Don`t come through this mother fucker so early next time, nigga
Understood
Let`s see what`chu got

Ain`t `bout to count no money, ain`t sellin` no dope
Don`t bring me no bag, I want a envelope
Ain`t `bout to count no money, nah, ain`t sellin` no dope
Don`t bring me no bag, I want a envelope

Ain`t no disrespect, well maybe it is
Ain`t no trappin` here, well look here now, bitch
Ain`t no Oxycotin, no coke or no fizz
Have you forgotten who the fuck that I is?

Trap or die, that`s a lie, niggas fry or testify
Super fly, get super high, jigga boo shit, supersize
Niggas do shit and justify
You can do shit and get euthanized
I could do shit, that`s no surprise
Serve your ass, two piece and fries

Ain`t `bout to count no money, ain`t sellin` no dope
Don`t bring me no bag, I want a envelope
Ain`t `bout to count no money, nah, ain`t sellin` no dope
Don`t bring me no bag, I want a envelope

You niggas high as fuck, got slow reaction
I done sobered up and I`m down for action
And I fuck you up, if you come `round askin`
Don`t try to play me like I`m Anglo-Saxon
You a mouse in a trap house, I`m a dog in a cat house
I`m comin` like Harriet Tubman, you comin` like Harry the drug man
Some niggas don`t give a fuck, man, `bout they own people sufferin`
Talkin` `bout that they strugglin`, made somethin` from nothin`

Ain`t `bout to count no money, ain`t sellin` no dope
Don`t bring me no bag, I want a envelope
Ain`t `bout to count no money, nah, ain`t sellin` no dope
Don`t bring me no bag, I want a envelope

I`ma kill me a dope dealer
I`ma douse me a trap house
Who let the dogs out?
I`ma make niggas crawl out
I`ma make niggas call out to Jesus and they momma
Right before they vomit blood out they stomach
This for my auntie, she smoked your shit daily
And this`ll make you crumble, yeah, just like it did my uncle
And this`ll make you meet your maker, understand that he`s the baker
Got your ass on the slab now you the dope for the undertaker

Ain`t `bout to count no money, ain`t sellin` no dope
Don`t bring me no bag, I want a envelope
Ain`t `bout to count no money, nah, ain`t sellin` no dope
Don`t bring me no bag, I want a envelope

Don`t bring me no bag
Don`t bring me no bag
You-you a mouse in a trap house, I`ma dog in a cat house
You-you a mouse in a trap house, I`ma dog in a cat house
You-you a mouse in a trap house, I`ma dog in a cat house
You a mouse in a trap house, I`ma dog in a cat house