God of Black (Trap Metal)

Count that cash
 Count that dough
 Bounce that ass
 That's my ho
 Count that cash
 Count that dough
 Bounce that ass
 That's my ho
 Bitch
 All black
 I'm the God of that
 Fuck the beef shit
 Tryna get the stacks
 R.I.P. to DJ Screw
 That purple shit
 And he the God of that
 All black
 I'm the God of that
 Fuck the beef shit
 Tryna get the stacks
 R.I.P. to DJ Screw
 That purple shit
 And he the God of that
 Count that cash
 Count that dough
 Bounce that ass
 That's my ho
 Count that cash
 Count that dough
 Bounce that ass
 That's my ho
 Let's go, let's go
 Shout out to H-town
 Gotta touch down
 Hit Amber London
 Shout out to Ron C
 That's my nigga, brah
 So you know it's nothing
 Shout out to Tennessee
 In M-town they getting money
 R.I.P. Lord Infamous
 From the M-town
 It's never sunny
 Shout out to the fucking A
 Bitch, West Side ain't nothing funny
 Ashbeat and Simpset
 That fam shit, you dummy
 Shout out that 305
 That gang shit, black money
 Sub down in Opa-Locka
 And CC, you dummy
 Shout out RBMG
 Can't take Doe Boy from me
 We band gods and band world
 Be trapping white snow bunnies
 Get money
 That's all a nigga gotta fuckin' do in this bitch
 Bitch poppin' that pussy
 Hoes on my dick
 All black
 I'm the God of that
 Fuck the beef shit
 Tryna get the stacks
 R.I.P. to DJ Screw
 That purple shit
 And he the God of that
 All black
 I'm the God of that
 Fuck the beef shit
 Tryna get the stacks
 R.I.P. to DJ Screw
 That purple shit
 And he the God of that
 Count that cash
 Count that dough
 Bounce that ass
 That's my ho
 Count that cash
 Count that dough
 Bounce that ass
 That's my ho
 Let's go
 Bitch