Tippin' ft. 86 Esco, JERS3Y & Big Shad Lyrics

You know the jeans by the stack, half a G on the waist

I fuck with Neisha cause she bout it

Take it straight to the face

Order 1942

I want the shit by the case

Come and slide down the truth

Bitch it's right on the eight

Can't buy a bottle

Begging women just to give you a chance

Got a bag

Strippers begging me to give me a dance

Feeling good, shit, I might just want to throw me some bands

Two Middle fingers for my haters

Boy you niggas is fans

Feel like Cade, I'm the one

Bitch I ball like a Piston

In the kitchen with the fire

Bitch I bang out the mitten

I ain't wearing Jordan 1's

Boy I'm steppin in christian

It's a shame if you standing in the club and ain't tipping

Why you lil niggas always in the club

But you ain't tipping

Got a bad lil' bitch

She my waitress

Got her digits

Move around now it's time to make it flood on the strippers

I went to town it was good, she like Esco finger licking

I feel like Pac in the club

Cause it's all eyes on me

Bend her over

Smack her ass

Put her head by her feet

Ain't Throwing walls in your section, you should really have a seat

She ask my sign

I'm like

"Bitch you can't tell that I'm a P?"

She want a rich nigga, she don't want no broke nigga

Boy, that's your rent money, spend it on the coat nigga

I'm like

"Damn I want you"

"Got a friend ?"

"Bring her too."

She like, damn, what's that smell? I'm like, bitch, it's Jimmy Choo

We just paid a bitch rent

Man I think it's your daughter

Damn, it's Finna be a long night for the porter

My niggas skeeze told me run a one

Then I scored it

Why the fuck you fresh without a booth?

Can't afford it

All the ratchet hoes in the club want to shake shit

You can't name a bitch in the building that I can't hit

I Wonder who, nigga girlfriend, I'ma leave with

They always calling me to call the shots, cause I can't miss

I need some real niggas on the mic, we're the Wavy Twins

"Where the twins at?"

"Yeah, yeah"

"Where her friend at?"

"Yeah, yeah"

All right

Aye, when I'm walking in the club

Where the hoes at?

Lil' baby sitting in my lap

Where the pros at?

She said that liquor got her tripping

She can't hold back

It ain't no bitches in this section

That shit so sad

After the club

Shawty text me

Said she on that

Ain't gotta worry, I'ma catch it

Baby Throw it back

Got her looking like it's snowing when I'm throwing that

She fucking with me cause I'm litty and I'm knowing that

Got the whole gang mobbin'

Champagne showers

Bad bitches with the snapping pics like they models

Hit the after party

Meet me there

You can follow

We fuck it up tonight, make it back by tomorrow

Bitch