Central Cee - Entrapreneur Stream/Download: Follow Central Cee: Instagram: Tik Tok: Twitter: Snapchat: (Lyrics): [Intro: Ybeeez & Central Cee] Do you know what? The trap's still running, it's never turnin' off Different product, same hustle mentality The only difference is, you pay taxes on it and feds can't kick off your door (We put the trap in entrapreneur) [Verse 1: Central Cee] We was flyin' up O with white We was buildin' lines, now it's clothing lines I sell Tees and my darg tell Tees as well, but his got no design One-eighty for the tracksuit, go somewhere else if it's overpriced New generation don't know how to trap 'cause thеy all getting high off their own supply Trap house in thе woods where the bando's haunted, it's supernatural poltergeist Witnessed things that I wish that I didn't, like crackheads overdose then die Bad Bs curvin' the kid back then when I weren't so lit, I was broke them times Bitch, would you ride on the back of a bus? What about on the front of a stolen bike? Soho pitchin' Coke to the gay men, I'll serve anyone, I got a open mind No complaints when it comes to the customer service, I pick up the phone polite See man fall in love with the white, Billie Eilish, 'cause they got ocean eyes Set-up a shop, then it's open twenty-four hours, we don't have a closing time [Chorus: Central Cee] We put the trap in the entrapreneur All of the time we spent in the field, woulda thought I got me Ballon d'Or I'm stackin', I'm droppin' a bag in Dior Went from a Toyota Yaris to Urus, I still got the same workrate as before Two years that I ain't been home, seven-hundred and thirty days on tour [Verse 2: Central Cee] It was Nokia ringtones, pickin' up phones No private calls, now it's microphones I think that I got bipolar disorder, the way I'm going through highs and lows Insta' full up with IG models and back in the days, I would Skype these hoes My girl try hack my iCloud, when I logged in, gotta hide my code Tryna get in through face recognition, when I was asleep, when my eyes were closed, huh If she ain't nothin' to hide, might make her my wife, yeah, I might propose How many lies got told? Don't believe in the hype, it's false Bro died he was still in his teens The chances are slim of me dyin' old I won't lie, it's me or them Slime shit, I might wipe his nose I'm bankin' packs and touches feces, I was OT, you would find it gross Now it's five-star hotels, Michelin-star dinin', I might rise a toast New generation would die for clout They'll do anything for a rival post [Chorus: Central Cee] We put the trap in the entrapreneur All of the time we spent in the field, woulda thought I got me Ballon d'Or I'm stackin', I'm droppin' a bag in Dior Went from a Toyota Yaris to Urus, I still got the same workrate as before Two years that I ain't been home, seven-hundred and thirty days on tour Tags: Entrapreneur Lyrics Central