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[Intro: Rick Ross]
Beep, beep
I'm sittin' at the red light
My ankle monitor beepin'
Hadn't been charged (fuck that)
I think I see the beeper (let's bounce, man)
Mmm, bounce

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
D#m
I took my roof off at the red light
G#m                            A#m
I took my roof off at the red light
D#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
G#m                            A#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
D#m
Brown bag legend 'cause it's all cash
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Brown bag legend when it's all cash
D#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
G#m                            A#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
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First one on the block, woah, I need mine off the top, uh
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Overtown, he got shot, but he died in Opa-locka
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Couldn't save one lung, hit 'em up, hmm, hmm
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See the look on my face (woo!) like Carol City one state
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Niggas hate on my sound, 'til I went the first round
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Then I earnt the Lombardi, ain't no fuckboys allowed
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Only fuck if she exclusive, her favorite rapper Lil Boosie
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To tell the truth I didn't ask, when it come to bitches I'm Gucci
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I'm the wrong one to rob, in the jungle I'm Nas
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In the label I'm Russ, in the trap I'm Rick Ross
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Double M, Goldman Sachs, just like Omar and Khloe
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You can't dial for the packs, I sent you right back loaded

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
D#m
I took my roof off at the red light
G#m                            A#m
I took my roof off at the red light
D#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
G#m                            A#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
D#m
Brown bag legend 'cause it's all cash
G#m                            A#m
Brown bag legend when it's all cash
D#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
G#m                            A#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
D#m
I was tryna bet the whole map
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Out in Vegas, out the trap
D#m
Niggas talkin' 'bout raidin' the trap
G#m                            A#m
Man, I'm 'bout to go ape in the trap (nigga goin' ape shit)
D#m
Nigga, watch your babies in the trap
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Nigga cookin' oil base in the trap
D#m
Young nigga slave in the trap
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Nigga run base, base in the trap
D#m
I'm 'bout to get this shit movin', yeah
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Answer the door with the Woolie, yeah
D#m
Wrist in the water, I need me a boat
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I'm 'bout to get this shit cruisin', yeah
D#m
Stand at the stove 'til you're woozy, woozy
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Let's make a movie, movie, yeah
D#m
Move, move, move
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Bitch, I'm richer than Tom Cruise, yeah
D#m
So many different meds on me
D#m
Fuck around, call the Fed on me
D#m
Chk-chk, boom boom boom your head, homie, reds
D#m                 G#m                            A#m
Draco got a lot of lead on it, you dead

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
D#m
I took my roof off at the red light
G#m                            A#m
I took my roof off at the red light
D#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
G#m                            A#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
D#m
Brown bag legend 'cause it's all cash
G#m                            A#m
Brown bag legend when it's all cash
D#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
G#m                            A#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap

[Verse 3: Wale]
D#m
Yeah, Wale though, uh, uh
D#m                 G#m                            A#m   
I ain't nothin' like the trap niggas, Goyard backpack nigga
D#m                 G#m                            A#m
Uber crates 'til the Feds pull up, woo woo, cataracts, nigga
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I'm the type, holla at the wife
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Her body yours, but her soul is mine
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Adios, do a hundred 20
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All she want is good dick and advice
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Wraith, scrappin' my tires, Jameson 'til I'm fried
D#m                 G#m                            A#m
Famous here but I'm humble, Double M the Empire
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Renzel got me all day, I'm Kyrie, he LeBron James
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Tired niggas say Folarin ain't top
  A#m
I've been SportsCenter every day
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I ain't nothin' like them trap guys, I mean I kinda do bag dimes
D#m                 G#m                            A#m
I kinda never do back down, leave a nigga high via rap lines
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Get a beat, leave it baptized, mob ties, but it's black lives
D#m                 G#m                            A#m
Black lives, nigga, trap lives, gimme five on the black side

[Chorus: Rick Ross & Young Thug]
D#m
I took my roof off at the red light
G#m                            A#m
I took my roof off at the red light
D#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
G#m                            A#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
D#m
Brown bag legend 'cause it's all cash
G#m                            A#m
Brown bag legend when it's all cash
D#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
G#m                            A#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap

            
            
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