Trippin Lyrics

Hop in a Cullinan (Okay!)

Hop in a Cullinan

Look at the money is coming in ohh

Look at the money is coming in ohh

Hop in a Cullinan (Okay!)

Hop in a Cullinan (Let's Go!)

Hop in that Rolls Royce we skrrting

I got yo bitch in my crib and she twerking

BALENCIAGA it's up on the boots

Ricks Owens cost me a band, about two

Give a fuck bout a hater nigga who is you

Nigga wanna be down, can't be down with my crew

I was up with lil 2Tone, he toting two of them bitches

Light his ass up let's get ready for Christmas

Big Body, Wide Body whip call it Grimace

These niggas ain't fucking with me

Boy you tripping

These niggas ain't fucking with me

Boy you tripping

Get off of my level, you not on my level

I'm praying to god, I don't fuck with the devil

Fuck off with the devil, don't fuck with the devil

The money I got ain't enough I can't settle

I keep making guap till I settle

These niggas be stating the business they federal

I'm thinking they work for the federals

They saying I'm smart but I'm really bout to just go dumb on the beat, retarded on the beat

Gotta get to the bag, gotta get to the sack

Tackle the quarterback, hit that boy out his cleat

Catching the bag like I'm a wide receiver

Set it off like my name Queen Latifah

Can't fuck with that thot man that hoe is a treesha

Can't fuck with her the hoe is a eater

Spin again, Spin again, Just spin again

Feel like I'm Uzi I'm bout to just spin again

Spin again in the Cullinan

Feel like I'm Uzi I'm bout to just spin again

Pull out the Glock and that boy hit the running man

Don't fuck with niggas they call me Donald Trump man

She look in my soul she say she can not see nothing

Hop in a Cullinan (Okay!)

Hop in a Cullinan

Look at the money is coming in ohh

Look at the money is coming in ohh

Hop in a Cullinan (Okay!)

Hop in a Cullinan (Let's Go!)

Hop in that Rolls Royce we skrrting

I got yo bitch in my crib and she twerking

BALENCIAGA it's up on the boots

Ricks Owens cost me a band, about two

Give a fuck bout a hater nigga who is you

Nigga wanna be down, can't be down with my crew

I was up with lil 2Tone, he toting two of them bitches

Light his ass up let's get ready for Christmas

Big Body, Wide Body whip call it Grimace

These niggas ain't fucking with me

Boy you tripping

Hop in a Cullinan (Okay!)

Hop in a Cullinan

Look at the money is coming in ohh

Look at the money is coming in ohh

Hop in a Cullinan (Okay!)

Hop in a Cullinan (Let's Go!)

Hop in that Rolls Royce we skrrting

I got yo bitch in my crib and she twerking

BALENCIAGA it's up on the boots

Ricks Owens cost me a band, about two

Give a fuck bout a hater nigga who is you

Nigga wanna be down, can't be down with my crew

I was up with lil 2Tone, he toting two of them bitches

Light his ass up let's get ready for Christmas

Big Body, Wide Body whip call it Grimace

These niggas ain't fucking with me

Boy you tripping