Kangaroo

Feds coming in trap jumping like a kangaroo
Money on asses in the club jump like kangaroo
Feds coming in trap jumping like a kangaroo
Money on asses in the club jump like kangaroo

There's money to be made cars to be caught
Ain't no money in the air

Real low dick harder than a steel toe
Banging that ass on up like it's a deal doe
Freaky bitches making witches to the
10 minutes in then I'm squirting
Fat ass take a bitch long way in life
Tatted up stretch marks and that cellulite
All this shit a' make a
Dollar in their proper places
I'm making big bass more loud in your faces
Ciroc by the cases sparkles on them bottles
Like the way she twerk that ass
When she walk and waddle
I'm a type of nigga that's gon' get
This bread one way or another
I ain't tryna' trust no nigga
No brutha i'm just trynna' get a
Hundred million of another
Y'all know how we do down here in the gutter

Feds coming in trap jumping like a kangaroo
Money on asses in the club jump like kangaroo
Feds coming in trap jumping like a kangaroo
Money on asses in the club jump like kangaroo

Jumping like a kangaroo
What the fuck you think you do?
Better get your money before I down
You like a drink or two
Ain't too many fucking with the king
You better check yourself
'Fore you end up getting beat the fuck
Up 'round here you can thank yourself
I get this money tell them my hustle
Everything flexing look at the muscle
Riding round and I'm getting it
Better check that shit cuz I'm ignant
Got a hundred racks and i spent it
In a black Maybach I bent it on the corner
Who the fuck does you think
That you playing with i'm an asshole
In this motherfucker

This bitch jumping
Something like a six four impala
I'm getting money
They ain't trynna' holla'
Ace town street king ghetto scholar

You ever got money with a real nigga?
Come on, keep it real nigga i'm wearing
Money grow on trees that's
Why banks got branches
Jumped in my old school
Drove it to my old school no Fannie Mae
I was never old school
Seen the same teacher from my home room
Said I wouldn't make it
Stupid bitch I told you you lied
So I called Trae Tha Truth
And I hit Project Pat now
We balling to the booth
I get bitches, I get bread
Your bitch give me brain
She always thinking ahead
Uh, she get it jumping like a kangaroo
I get it jumping like a kangaroo
If it's prom there's no telling
What my thing can do
Till I get downs what I came to do trill!