London Tipton
Fell for a rich bitch
Call her London Tipton
Don't know what she's sippin' on
But I know it ain't Lipton
She like the way my pockets fat like Peter Griffin
But I can't show no love, promised I keep it hidden
To me, she's bad, bad, bad
She's the best I've ever had, had, had
Yeah, shawty in her bag, bag, bag
That's my London Tipton
She my London Tipton
I know that you're reckless, baby
You don't have to worry, baby
'Cause I'm the same way
Poppin' checks every other day
I mean, look at my padding
Yeah, come hard on my mouth
It's fucking Jayce
Who said anything, I gotta spend it
I don't even mind, yeah
Let me get you some diamond
Makin' more through the drive in
Don't care about the price, yeah
Fuck it, baby, let's go buy a crib in the Bahamas
You should hear this baby, oh I'll fuck up these commas
Married to the money so I do what I wanna
I do what I wanna
I do what I wanna
Fell for a rich bitch
Call her London Tipton
Don't know what she's sippin' on
But I know it ain't Lipton
She like the way my pockets fat like Peter Griffin
But I can't show no love, promised I keep it hidden
To me, she's bad, bad, bad
She's the best I've ever had, had, had
Yeah, shawty in her bag, bag, bag
Yeah, that's my London Tipton
She my London Tipton
To me, she's bad, bad, bad
She's the best I've ever had, had, had
Yeah, shawty in her bag, bag, bag
Yeah, she my London Tipton
That's my London Tipton
Call her London Tipton
Don't know what she's sippin' on
But I know it ain't Lipton
She like the way my pockets fat like Peter Griffin
But I can't show no love, promised I keep it hidden
To me, she's bad, bad, bad
She's the best I've ever had, had, had
Yeah, shawty in her bag, bag, bag
That's my London Tipton
She my London Tipton
I know that you're reckless, baby
You don't have to worry, baby
'Cause I'm the same way
Poppin' checks every other day
I mean, look at my padding
Yeah, come hard on my mouth
It's fucking Jayce
Who said anything, I gotta spend it
I don't even mind, yeah
Let me get you some diamond
Makin' more through the drive in
Don't care about the price, yeah
Fuck it, baby, let's go buy a crib in the Bahamas
You should hear this baby, oh I'll fuck up these commas
Married to the money so I do what I wanna
I do what I wanna
I do what I wanna
Fell for a rich bitch
Call her London Tipton
Don't know what she's sippin' on
But I know it ain't Lipton
She like the way my pockets fat like Peter Griffin
But I can't show no love, promised I keep it hidden
To me, she's bad, bad, bad
She's the best I've ever had, had, had
Yeah, shawty in her bag, bag, bag
Yeah, that's my London Tipton
She my London Tipton
To me, she's bad, bad, bad
She's the best I've ever had, had, had
Yeah, shawty in her bag, bag, bag
Yeah, she my London Tipton
That's my London Tipton
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Writer(s): David Lataille, Ryan M Castillo
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