NoFace Records - Trippin

Verse 1 (Aggressive)

Look. Phone ringing. I decline it.

(YAWK!)

Contracts on the table, I just sign it.

Mad at me? Tell a bitch to go and find it.

Hoes crazy, man, I'm really losing my mind with it.

(Beat cuts)

FUCK A TEXT MESSAGE, TELL ME TO MY FACE!

I JUST CAUGHT A FLIGHT, I AIN'T CATCH A CASE!

(Beat returns)

Walking out the bank, laughing at the state.

Bitches be trippin, but I'm eating on a plate.

Got the steak, medium rare, look at the glare.

Diamonds in my ear, pulling on her hair.

I don't really care. Life is never fair.

Bitches be trippin, better get a spare.

(YEA!)

Stop calling my mama.

I don't want the drama, I just want the comma.

Put it on period. Walk in the spot and I'm looking mysterious.

Chorus (Female Singer)

Bitches be trippin, slipping on the drip.

Mad 'cause he riding with a model in the whip.

Bitches be trippin, losing all their grip.

Keep the money flipping, yeah we take another trip.

Trippin, trippin, why they always mad?

Trippin, trippin, toting up the bag.

Bitches be trippin, slipping on the drip.

Keep the money flipping, watch the hollows rip.

Verse 2 (Double Time)

Okay let me get up in it, I been winning for a minute.

Every time I hit a limit, I just break it and replenish.

Got a crazy little baddie and she acting like a menace.

If she tripping out in public then her season got a finish.

Switching the lane, going insane, counting the cash, dodging the rain.

Look at the dash, pushing the gas, leaving her mad, feeling the pain.

I cannot stop for a text or a call!

I'm at the mall, I gotta ball!

She throwing my clothes right out the hall!

I bought it again, I'm having it all!

(Hold up, let the beat breathe)

Look... you can keep the Gucci shoes.

(Heavy bass slams back)

I'm making the rules, I'm drinking the booze.

Bitches be trippin, I watch on the news.

I'm counting up hundreds and paying the dues.

Yeah, jumping the turnstile, moving with a profile.

Bitches be trippin, I'm gone for a long while.

Chorus

Bitches be trippin, slipping on the drip.

Mad 'cause he riding with a model in the whip.

Bitches be trippin, losing all their grip.

Keep the money flipping, yeah we take another trip.

Trippin, trippin, why they always mad?

Trippin, trippin, toting up the bag.

Bitches be trippin, slipping on the drip.

Keep the money flipping, watch the hollows rip.

Verse 3 (Wordplay)

Look. She went through the phone.

(Damn.)

Should've just left it alone.

(Yeah.)

Sitting up high on the throne.

I'm a dog, baby, throw me a bone.

I hit the club and I'm catching a fade.

Look at the shade, getting completely paid.

She on the gram getting completely played.

I'm in the hills drinking on lemonade.

Bitches be trippin like untied laces.

Taking up spaces, making them faces.

I'm beating the cases, catching the flights to the tropical places.

(YAWK!)

She mad 'cause I'm getting the cheese.

Trippin on me? Baby, please.

I got the keys, catching a breeze.

Killa the king, I got the whole city on freeze.

Outro

Yeah. Trippin.

Man, somebody get her a cab.

Actually, no, make her walk.

Killa.

Stay focused on the bag, man.

Don't let these hoes stress you out.

We getting paid regardless.