Tropics Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, 30 racks, 30 racks, yeah

I can spend like 30 racks, it's a cool day

And these bitches love me like I'm Cool J

Let's go watch a movie, watch some Blu-ray I like that designer on your bootay

Mood swings, yeah, I know you got some mood swings

D'Ussé when I'm pulling up your driveway

Who say that they flyer than me? No way, we gon' have to just see

I can bet a thousand that you never gon' fuck with anybody

That's going up higher than me

Money in my pocket, I can never really save it

Every time I see your body, you're inspiring me

Yeah, stack that money, they say You're acting funny, they say

Fuck them all anyways, you don't need them all, you agree

Stop with the cap when I hit it I blow up back when I'm in it

These kids, they rap, they don't live it Speakers, they blasting my city

I don't pay any attention Barely pay government fees

I know they cussing at me They hate how I'm living, they ain't fucking with me

I can never do no wrong, though Back that ass up like a Honda

But you look more like a G-Class Scandalous, yeah, I used to roll the seats back

Good pussy, girl, yeah, you know I need that Burn it up, girl, where you put the weed at

In the liquor, girl, where you wanna eat at?

Now you know your body got me too attached

Stop it, I might take this girl to the tropics Show her all the things I've been coppin

Show her what we have in common, girl, I know, yeah

No one showed you this before But you know I adore you