Trading Places Songtext
von Money Man

Louey Beatz, ay
Pat, let′s go

First we was partners then you traded, you a ho for that
Everybody know how I'm built
I would′ve gave you the shirt up off my back
Everybody know my heart, if I was low I would've gave you my last
Tried to put you on some cash but you was lazy and just sat on your ass

Thought you was my dog, but you had ran off with a couple bags
Though you was my ace, but you was talkin' shit behind my back
Tried to show you love but you was plottin′ on me for some racks
Even lent you money, I should kill you ′cause you ain't pay me back

Can′t be nice to niggas no more 'cause they might come take advantage
Feel like it ain′t too many real niggas left on this whole planet
You should be ashamed if you a deadbeat
I make sure that my kids eat before me
Thought you was a real one but I found out you a phony
It ain't no gettin′ out the Circle, nigga, this shit is for 4E
How the fuck you show more love to a random nigga than your own brother?
I can't pick up the phone for you no more, I changed my phone number


I wish it was different but it ain't, that′s just how life is
When you get money you get hate, that come from your own peers
Crazy how they switch up one day and then they act weird
Crazy how they bitch up one day, you should have no fear
I′m in the stick shift today, I gotta switch gears
I had to stay down to get these millions, it took a lot of years
He wanna go against us, we get him outta here
When that pack touch down, we get 'em outta here, yeah

Let you get a feature, it wasn′t enough, you still wanted more
I can't make a horse drink no water, nigga, get your own
If you Circle then I love you deeply, you like blood to me
This shit right here way more than some rap, it′s a family

First we was partners then you traded, you a ho for that
Everybody know how I'm built
I would′ve gave you the shirt up off my back
Everybody know my heart, if I was low I would've gave you my last
Tried to put you on some cash, but you was lazy and just sat on your ass

Thought you was my dog, but you had ran off with a couple bags
Though you was my ace, but you was talkin' shit behind my back
Tried to show you love but you was plottin′ on me for some racks
Even lent you money, I should kill you ′cause you ain't pay me back