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Lirik
E-E-E-Enrgy made this one

Woah

What

Penthouse suite top floor

Prices got cheap we just let 'em go

Woah

Watch my n***a spend a hundred K on a plain watch

Told him Give me ten more days I'ma get me one

Two-hundred occasion

What you do

I gave 'em

I gave

Thumbin' through the payment in the rental car from Avis

Backend

Withdraw on that Wocky I shrivel up like a raisin

Real

My n***a Trip black as hell

But he sell caucasian

Jungle fever

White d**e I sell it to my white folks

I ain't racist 'bout that paper I ain't goin' broke

Pint of Hi-Tech red

Mud

I put this s**t up on yo' head

I got bad b***hes textin' me like Where you at

Walkin' out of St Regis with fifty in my britches

Get the drank dirt cheap when I go cross the bridge

Woah

Count a hundred-fifty bucks out it got me dizzy

Spend it I f**ked off a eight and balled with Izzy

Necklace

Let her wear my chain got my pendant on her titties

Look

Off the yacht to the jet just to see the Grizzlies

Jason said You cuttin' it close you got a show you trippin'

I'm not missin' that cornbread be there in a jiffy

Go

They said that it gotta be in you it can't be on you

But I got it in me and it's on me what you want

Woah

Poker face when I see the plug we talkin' business

Plain Richard Millie so them white folks take me serious

In a meetin' wit' 'em legs crossed hand on my chin

Grin

Tryna negotiate me a label deal for ten

I want in I won't drop the ball off every win

They be like Trip is you sellin' Fent Nah

Five red b***hes that's a

Take ya time hold up

Five red b***hes that's a fan ball

Two bricks of soft in the loft

Hit it and you winnin' in the kitchen like it's golf

Kitchen like it's golf

Was tryna get it off so I front him what he bought

I don't talk numbers wit' runners s**t n***a I'm a boss

And we gon' drop you off talkin' 'bout you ain't tryn' spin

I'm throwed I be thinkin' 'bout a soul when I grin

N***as h*es I had bow's way before it was a trend

Soft a*s n***a

Only rap beef I had died before it ever begin

On my mama

Real street n***a trappin' gettin' high and smokin' cigs

Could turn it back to drop blow it up and make it big

Top Dolla oleh TripStar/Moneybagg Yo/EST Gee/CMG The Label - Lirik dan Liputan