Lyrics:

[Chorus: x2]
24's on yo car yous a trap star,
If you known to buy the bar yous a trap star,
You got a watch on ya wrist yous a trap star,
You got ice around ya neck yous a trap star

[Verse 1]
Pimping is the topic,
Money is the object,
Haters goin' make me pull my gators out the closet,
Tailor made outfit,
Hollerin' at a thick chick,
1 hour later got her messing up her lipstick,
All the best in my clique,
How you haterz hate that?
Riding in a Maybach,
Headed to the racetrack,
Sipping on konyak,
Big fat dro sack,
Seat laid back,
And acting like I'm all that,
Tell me what you call that?
Tell me where yo broad at?
Chilling wit a mack throwback with a straw hat,
Haters mean mug me,
Girls wanna hug me,
Everything's lovely,
Tipping on bubbley,
Pull up at the club, valet park the car,
Fell of in the club then I bought the bar,
Girls choose me cause I'ma superstar,
They taking snap shots of my entourage,

[Chorus: x2]

[Verse 2]
I'm the grind man, pine man,
Dro man, jive man, power man, die man, dope man, coat man, snow man, slick man, trick man, trap man, hit man, big man,
Come and Gucci man,
Peal man, brick man, po' man, rich man, dub man, lick man, weed man, soft man, pimp man, boss man, stunt man, killer man, fresh man, next man, better wear a vest man,
Yo boy, dough boy,
Brought down to no boy,
Neva been a hoe boy,
Know to rock the show boy,
Dough boy, glow boy, lover boy, pretty boy, city boy, country boy,
Neva been a monkey boy,
Jack boys, crack boys, dope boys, trap boys,
See me in the club, shawty call me throwback boy,
Black boys, black toys, eating like the fat boys,
Gucci on the track boy,
How you love that boy?

[Chorus: x2]

[Verse 3]
I'm riding through the city in a Escalade,
It's Friday night the j's just got paid,
Left the barber shop wit a real tight fade,
Hit the car wash let my rims get sprayed
I'm fresher than fresh,
I'm sharper that sharp,
My rims still spinning but my car is parked,
It's after dark, we left the park,
I gotta blunt of dro rolled up this far,
Everybody know me I'm the a10c, ask my boy zt,
Too hot for radio or MTV, tell bet to come and see Gucci,
I'm a trap star, ghetto celebrity, pretty girls wanna get in bed with me,
And these pretty girls wanna give head to me, but these pretty girls gotta bring bread to me.

[Chorus: x2]