Trippin

I throw these Hundo's i'ma make it rain
Then it's coming right back, like a boomerang
Need no clarity with her, nothing was the same
She want love I want sex, into different things
Met a new flame, something that I gotta claim
This the night train
Sex, drugs and entertainment
Way she drop to the floor I gotta know her name
Champagne, Mary Jane, shawty on my brain
Maybe we should buy time
Got some spare change
We shouldn't waste no time
You should be my main
Tequila in the lemonade
Got you saying some things
You'd never thought you would say
You feeling me, baby
Take off them heels, baby
Gripping them curves
Slurring my words
If you mine I'll put you first

Bitches trippin'
I'm in the strip
I'm throwing benji's
She deserves a tip
Bitches trippin'
Bitches trippin'
Come get what you missing, oh
Bitches trippin'
Bitches trippin'
Bitches trippin'
Bitches trippin'
Bitches trippin'

We ain't gotta watch the clock
Going to the ball drop
I need two more shots of that Ciroc
'Cause this night don't gotta end right now
I'm feeling you, oh
Wanna make love in the club?
Love in the backseat, huh?
Park that ass on a backstreet
Have you sweating like a athlete
They was sleeping on me
They was napping
Got drugs if you into all the trap tingz
Trap tingz
We could spend a week start packing
I don't really love these hoes I be stacking
Stacking
Working no resting
Don't listen to your friends they be messy
Messy
All of yo' friends wanna sex me

Bitches trippin'
I'm in the strip
I'm throwing benji's
She deserves a tip
Bitches trippin'
Bitches trippin'
Come get what you missing, oh
Bitches trippin'



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Writer(s): Dwayne Cooley
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