Sippin'
Tennessee whiskey and some Chronic smoke
Talkin to this gypsy tryna find the hope
Lost some money but ain't tryna find the broke
Niggas funny don't wanna admit I'm more then kinda dope
They think it's a game
Such a fuccin shame
They all wanna be famous but scared to work for the fame
And I'm tryna be more then material and the fame
Surrounded by women who ain't nothin more then they frame
Champagne spilla
And they gon fill up
Tryna get my bills up and arrange more killas
Shawty playin games so I had to get my skills up
Puttin up that steel curtain like a old school Steeler
I'm workin on my offense
Swear that I been off since, Uncle Leek died, he expected me to fly
Since my mama lost her job we been stressin
Countin every penny but forgettin bout our blessins
Reason I been
Sippin on the drank
Flirtin wit the dank
Lockin up my feelins cuz I don't know what to think
People say they love you steady showin who they ain't
So the only thing I'm trustin is this money in the bank
I be sippin on the drank
Flirtin wit the dank
Sippin on the drank
Flirtin wit the dank
Sippin on the drank
Flirtin wit the dank
Sippin on the drank
Flirtin wit the dank
All this liquor that I been on got me wantin to give that lil strippa something to spin on
Shawty like a pinnup and somethin I wanna pin on
Wear her on my sweater but swear that I'll never sweater
And when I'm talkin pin on I'm talkin pen and ink
She perfect pic and so I draw the perfect freak
Love to watch her dance and to see her body speak
She naked yet n still I'm tryna see what's underneath
Give her somethin she need everyweek
Better then a dream
Take a couple hits of me and turn into a fiend
I believe in history but it's all hit and miss to me
And we all make mistakes so now it's all whatever fits for me
She told me that our wrist could be bright in the dimmest lights
And we can kill the lights better that then kill ya life
Don't ever hit me but when hittin me just hit it right
And everything is free only spending spend the night
Sippin on the drank
Flirtin wit the dank
Lockin up my feelins cuz I don't know what to think
People say they love you steady showin who they ain't
So the only thing I'm trustin is this money in the bank
I be sippin on the drank
Flirtin wit the dank
Sippin on the drank
Flirtin wit the dank
Sippin on the drank
Flirtin wit the dank
Sippin on the drank
Flirtin wit the dank
Talkin to this gypsy tryna find the hope
Lost some money but ain't tryna find the broke
Niggas funny don't wanna admit I'm more then kinda dope
They think it's a game
Such a fuccin shame
They all wanna be famous but scared to work for the fame
And I'm tryna be more then material and the fame
Surrounded by women who ain't nothin more then they frame
Champagne spilla
And they gon fill up
Tryna get my bills up and arrange more killas
Shawty playin games so I had to get my skills up
Puttin up that steel curtain like a old school Steeler
I'm workin on my offense
Swear that I been off since, Uncle Leek died, he expected me to fly
Since my mama lost her job we been stressin
Countin every penny but forgettin bout our blessins
Reason I been
Sippin on the drank
Flirtin wit the dank
Lockin up my feelins cuz I don't know what to think
People say they love you steady showin who they ain't
So the only thing I'm trustin is this money in the bank
I be sippin on the drank
Flirtin wit the dank
Sippin on the drank
Flirtin wit the dank
Sippin on the drank
Flirtin wit the dank
Sippin on the drank
Flirtin wit the dank
All this liquor that I been on got me wantin to give that lil strippa something to spin on
Shawty like a pinnup and somethin I wanna pin on
Wear her on my sweater but swear that I'll never sweater
And when I'm talkin pin on I'm talkin pen and ink
She perfect pic and so I draw the perfect freak
Love to watch her dance and to see her body speak
She naked yet n still I'm tryna see what's underneath
Give her somethin she need everyweek
Better then a dream
Take a couple hits of me and turn into a fiend
I believe in history but it's all hit and miss to me
And we all make mistakes so now it's all whatever fits for me
She told me that our wrist could be bright in the dimmest lights
And we can kill the lights better that then kill ya life
Don't ever hit me but when hittin me just hit it right
And everything is free only spending spend the night
Sippin on the drank
Flirtin wit the dank
Lockin up my feelins cuz I don't know what to think
People say they love you steady showin who they ain't
So the only thing I'm trustin is this money in the bank
I be sippin on the drank
Flirtin wit the dank
Sippin on the drank
Flirtin wit the dank
Sippin on the drank
Flirtin wit the dank
Sippin on the drank
Flirtin wit the dank
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Writer(s): Sedale Barkley
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