Trip ft. Cini Lyrics

From the top to the bottom, let that ass shake

Ain't another nigga got it like I got it, bae

I'm a top dog, keep them out my business, wait

I'm a top dog, keep them out my business

Okay I'm a calm guy, till I let them thangs fly

Let them dollar bills fly

You came to the right guy

How bad do you want it, huh?

You look like you want it rough

Shorty I ain't tryna rush

Young nigga just tryna bust

Down like a rollie

Grinding like you know me

I ain't into name calling, I don't know what hoe means

I'm just tryna link up for a second, Bruise up your knees

You say you got them thangs, right?

Okay, then shorty show me

See I been tryna live in that pussy for a while

I don't need a crib, I can take you down right now

Say you want to build, so you add it to the bill

I gave all that I can give

Then you drain me of my kids

Yo, shorty you a trip

I gave all that I could give

Okay, back to the club

No hoodrats, that's a dub

She make racks off them scrubs

And I Mac, like a thug

Shorty bout it, she bout it

Is there better? I doubt it

Shorty nasty, she dirty but still shine bright like a diamond

She pick my brain now I'm thinking

I'm hypnotized, shit I'm sinking

She got that drip drip

This ain't R&B, but I'm singing

She got me right where she want me

Suck some ice while she blow me

If that's the broad way

Shit, I might be winning a Tony (Okay)

See, I been tryna live in that pussy for a while

I don't need a crib, I can take you down right now

Say you want to build, so you add it to the bill

I gave all that I can give

Then you drain me of my kids

Yo, shorty you a Trip

I gave all that I could give

Boy how bad do you want it?

I'm a worthy opponent

You ain't sleeping tonight, I'll have you up till the morning

Shake my ass for a chain, shake my tits for a change

I don't play, got that knowledge

I be blowing your brain

I'm a savage, no stallion

Make you cum, that's no challenge

I'ma ride you no hands, watch how I'm keeping the balance

If I watch you, I got you

That's my God-given talent

Double back. You want seconds?

Make a grown man act childish

You been tryna hit this pussy for a while

You got a crib, got your car, got your mind right

I might let you hit it if you play your cards right

You say you a star, right?

Well let them shooting stars fly

Baby I'm a trip

I'll take all that you can give