Trippin on me (Magazines) Lyrics

I'm just trying to do my shit

So why you trippin' on me

I ain't stepping out the yard

Unless the bag guaranteed

Gonna by my mom a house

And have her dressed in Celine

And the show has only started nigga

Get in your seat

I really wanna be in Magazines

Go to LA baby

They say you can make the dream

Probs' the flyest nigga on the team

I want diamonds shining on my rings

Shawty wanna go home with me

Shawty wanna step out with me

Shawty in the back of the scene

Shawty wanna Tunani

I really wanna be in Magazines

Go to LA baby

They say you can make the dream

Probs' the flyest nigga on the team

I want diamonds shining on my rings

Boof in the back and I'm sitting pretty

Mad cause your girl wanna feel up on me

Diamonds and pearls on my neck and it bling

Mad cause I'm fire and I rap, and I sing

Gon' be a star, it is my destiny

Chop caviar when at Nobu, you see

Back of the car, you said that's where the E

This na tune, yes indeed