"CELiNE iN THE TRAP (B)" lyrics

Live from the underground
I got many sounds
Manny Pacquiao with the Glock and the switch
Keep on talking in circles I give em plenty rounds
I do the kick and the hook bitch I'm versatile
Like what's his style?
I could go Dior or Balenci or Celine in the trap
My mugs porcelain that's a fact
Like what's up now?
I turn the tree money to a house
Three story wake up
Kick her out if we break up
Black marble counter hide the spills from the makeup
Iced out watch getting chills from the Jacob
If we feeling stressed then we chill in Jamaica
Cash another check sending chills to my haters
Keep pushing buttons ain't no chill make him famous
Like what's up now?
We could barely make it in the building but now

We in the house
(Yea, yea, yea)
We in the house
(Uh huh uh huh huh huh)
We in the house
(Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea)
We in the house
(Ba bop ba ba ba bop)
We in the house

Front row Dior and its courtesy of Kim
Look who's on my left and I look down and grin
Look who's on my right then I look up and smile
I guess I am who I used to want to be now
Check from the swoosh deposit in my account
I'm one of only three with the deal I got
Still I gotta move like I'm broke when I'm really not
Just to keep me on my toes so I never drop
And if the money low Imma set up shop
If it gets lower Imma set up Glocks
Set a nigga up when he come and cop
Should've never cheated on your hoe
Cause she sent the drop
I knock on wood as I pray it never happens
But if it get unchy then I'm going back to trappin
Like what's up now?
We could barely make it in the building but today

We in the house
(Let's get it poppin like) (Yea, yea, yea)
We in the house
(Uh huh uh huh huh huh) (get it poppin like)
We in the house
(Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea) (Let's get it poppin like)
We in the house
(Ba bop ba ba ba bop) (get it poppin like)
We in the house