Tip Off Lyrics

Yous a trick, bitch

Miri on the jeans and Amiri shirt, I'm on some rich shit

Petty hoes, I could give a fuck bout what a bitch did

Crazy throat, toes better be white

Or have that French tip for real, though

These niggas is weirdos

Why the fuck y'all mad about some shit I did some years ago

Pick and roll the pussy, matter of fact, nah, we just give and go

She said, how'd that feel? My ass gon' start singing D'Angelo

Diamonds bustin', bring it back, bitch

My diamonds bustin', bitch, it's facts

Rubba Benz, I'm countin' stacks

Mason, Margella, mix and match

I'm a dog, I kill the cat, her booty big and coochie fat

Take your hoe and give her back

We ain't want shit to do with that

We got Bands and we got clips

And we got drums and we got sticks

Don't need those, cause we got mitts

If you's a hoe, we dog ya bitch

on a boat, I'll take a trip

My girl got ass and she got tits

Bitch, I ball like Money Mitch

My bro, he called, he hit a flip

Get my Mac on

You can't be my bitch without no backbone

That's all

Send your ass right home, girl, if you act wrong

Patron

While I'm gettin' headed, it got my mind gone

That's all

Call her NBA, she got the tip off