Trix in the Bag
(Ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh)
(Ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh)
I'm the grand wizard of this shit, 'Boy Who lived' in this bitch (yeah)
Gotta teach 'em how to dial 'cause I can't call it quits (no)
I got friends in the Ritz (Ritz), I can't be no average (yeah)
Gonna be forever rich (yeah), I already made a hit
You ain't makin' money, nah, you just makin' counterfeit
I got brands sendin' clothes, hopin' that I post a fit
I got girls in my past wishin' that we had a kid
Now they callin' me collect, down to Spain, in Madrid, uh (in Madrid)
I no longer walk, I cruise
I no longer cry, I blues
I don't like to crease my shoes
Guess I got a high IQ
I got tricks in the bag
(Ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh)
Got the rabbit out the hat
(Ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh)
Shortcut to the cash
(Ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh)
Nobody do it like that
(Ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh)
They thought they could touch me, then I hit the afterburners
I was last in class, now I'm Forbes highest earner
To a plain observer, nine-to-five worker
Got kicked out of college 'cause he was a slow learner
Think that's fairly odd, call me Timmy, no Turner
You ain't call me up, I ain't hearin' no murmurs
Questions, whispers, "You think he got problems?"
"You think he goes to bed with the demons and the goblins?"
Damn, what a threesome, cookin' in the hot sun
You know what they say, "Mo' money, mo' problems"
You know what they say when they off, but you on one
I'ma fuck the world up, raw, no condom
I got tricks in the bag
(Ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh)
Got the rabbit out the hat
(Ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh)
Shortcut to the cash
(Ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh)
Nobody do it like that
(Ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh)
Nobody do it like that
Nobody do it like that
I no longer walk, I cruise
I no longer cry, I blues
I don't like to crease my shoes
Guess I got a high IQ
I got tricks in the bag
(Ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh)
Got the rabbit out the hat
(Ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh)
Shortcut to the cash
(Ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh)
Nobody do it like that
(Ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh)
(Ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh)
I'm the grand wizard of this shit, 'Boy Who lived' in this bitch (yeah)
Gotta teach 'em how to dial 'cause I can't call it quits (no)
I got friends in the Ritz (Ritz), I can't be no average (yeah)
Gonna be forever rich (yeah), I already made a hit
You ain't makin' money, nah, you just makin' counterfeit
I got brands sendin' clothes, hopin' that I post a fit
I got girls in my past wishin' that we had a kid
Now they callin' me collect, down to Spain, in Madrid, uh (in Madrid)
I no longer walk, I cruise
I no longer cry, I blues
I don't like to crease my shoes
Guess I got a high IQ
I got tricks in the bag
(Ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh)
Got the rabbit out the hat
(Ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh)
Shortcut to the cash
(Ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh)
Nobody do it like that
(Ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh)
They thought they could touch me, then I hit the afterburners
I was last in class, now I'm Forbes highest earner
To a plain observer, nine-to-five worker
Got kicked out of college 'cause he was a slow learner
Think that's fairly odd, call me Timmy, no Turner
You ain't call me up, I ain't hearin' no murmurs
Questions, whispers, "You think he got problems?"
"You think he goes to bed with the demons and the goblins?"
Damn, what a threesome, cookin' in the hot sun
You know what they say, "Mo' money, mo' problems"
You know what they say when they off, but you on one
I'ma fuck the world up, raw, no condom
I got tricks in the bag
(Ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh)
Got the rabbit out the hat
(Ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh)
Shortcut to the cash
(Ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh)
Nobody do it like that
(Ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh)
Nobody do it like that
Nobody do it like that
I no longer walk, I cruise
I no longer cry, I blues
I don't like to crease my shoes
Guess I got a high IQ
I got tricks in the bag
(Ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh)
Got the rabbit out the hat
(Ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh)
Shortcut to the cash
(Ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh)
Nobody do it like that
(Ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh)
Credits
Writer(s): Martijn Konijnenburg, Brian Brundage, Tyler Colon, Adam Friedman
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