Artist: Louie V Mob f/ Gucci Mane (Master P, Alley Boy) Album: New World Order Song: Trending Boy Typed by: r0llinlacs@yahoo.com (Intro, Master P) N-n-n-n-no Limit... Forever My body guard, five eight He watch my back like I'm Bill Gates (WOOP WOOP!) Bitch I'm back (WOOP WOOP!) I'm reloaded (WOOP WOOP!) A million followers That's what they quoting (Hook, Master P) I'm trending boy I can smell the money (Smell the money) We run the streets No Limit keep coming (WOOP WOOP!) I'm the boss (WOOP WOOP!) We top models (WOOP WOOP!) We flex on haters We pop bottles (Verse 1, Master P) A million soldiers (WOOP WOOP!) A million dollars (WOOP WOOP!) Bitch I'm back, a million followers (WOOP WOOP!) Y'all rookies, I'm a vet No Limit niggas, private jets (WOOP WOOP!) I know y'all haters, you on twitter (On twitter) You on facebook, you can't get us (WOOP WOOP!) We in the streets, you niggas fakin I'm makin millions, you niggas hatin (WOOP WOOP!) I'm full of juice, call me Gatorade (WOOP WOOP!) I got that moose, like in your girls ass (WOOP WOOP!) Flip a sack, sell a quarter I got rich friends, if I lose it I could borrow it (WOOP WOOP!) (Hook, Master P) I'm trending boy I can smell the money (Smell the money) We run the streets No Limit keep coming (WOOP WOOP!) I'm the boss (WOOP WOOP!) We top models (WOOP WOOP!) We flex on haters We pop bottles (Verse 2, Gucci Mane) It always cost at least about ten ki's a piece (WOOP WOOP!) And I put that on my lil boy Bam and my niece (WOOP WOOP!) Hundred five-fifty ki's in my Versaci fleece Just a nigga from the street, tryin to smoke a joint The shawty got a squad, brick squad, give all them Bring boys, every squad nigga you so fuckin square (WOOP WOOP!) Everywhere I go, least a hundred cash Touch ya boys close by so I can show my ass (WOOP WOOP!) Hundred on your head, it might make ya mama flip ya Not the average hood villain, I'm a special nigga (WOOP WOOP!) Every night I go outside and play I keep a couple AK's close by the safe, it's Gucci (WOOP WOOP!) (Hook, Master P) I'm trending boy I can smell the money (Smell the money) We run the streets No Limit keep coming (WOOP WOOP!) I'm the boss (WOOP WOOP!) We top models (WOOP WOOP!) We flex on haters We pop bottles (Verse 3, Alley Boy) What they talkin bout? Weed and blow, we the trending topic Kidnappin, rappin and robbin niggas, we the trending topic When it come to a bad bitch, I switch it up playboy game silent Come through with the top back, button and do it so we can motor shine it All the mall got no ice, with the stone price say sack right It's hard to tell my ears bright Ten golds shinin when it hit the lights You blowin on loud; gay two gram blunt, this a whole half Bad bitch we can all smash This a young ho with a gameplan All reppin gang flags But I'm bout that, we gon' all blast And then after dog ass, these outsiders need to all blast If you talkin bout Louie V Mob, nigga talkin bout my partnas Duct tape comin with the choppers Gon put these pussies on crimestoppers (Hook, Master P) I'm trending boy I can smell the money (Smell the money) We run the streets No Limit keep coming (WOOP WOOP!) I'm the boss (WOOP WOOP!) We top models (WOOP WOOP!) We flex on haters We pop bottles