The Tip Out Lyrics

[Intro]
Special thank you
Sky thank you for f*ckin' with me

[Verse 1]
I hope I make myself clear, I'ma say this once
I want your money, bitch I ain't tryna f*ck
I got gas money for you baby, you ain't with it then cut
Turn on XVideos just to catch my nut
Yeah I'm up, I'm tired f*cking on these sluts
I went to jail and them sluts left me stuck
I'm done with these chimney ass niggas and they broke ass ways
I ain't tryna smoke and chill dog, I'm tryna get paid
Been manipulating bitches since the first grade
Deuce gave me lunch money, bitches gave me hot trays
Rock the Vans and the Chucks, I don't need them J's
I'm Andre Ward on these niggas, I don't never lose a fade
If a bitch on my team then she lucked up
I had a down ass bitch but I f*cked up
Since my brother snaked me out I have no trust
They say I'm selfish with my heart, I give no f*cks
They say I pop too much molly, I'm like so what?
Any hood, shooting dice, still won't get touched
You ain't never heard a black striper froze up
And yo bitch seen this roll so she chose up
I won't let you have my heart baby
And you can't hop in this sixteen unless you finna pay me
Fifth of Henn, that's a pressure, know I'm so wavy
Montclair, check the flannel, I'm a Saks baby, that's facts, baby

[Chorus]
It's somethin' 'bout the way you throw it back baby Bend it over for a thug, make it clap baby
The way you move that body make me act crazy
Show these ones, sit that ass on my lap baby
It's somethin' 'bout the way you throw it back baby
Bend it over for a thug, make it clap baby
The way you throw that body make me act crazy
Show these ones, sit that ass on my lap baby

[Verse 2]
Your boyfriend chain fake, I know your ass embarrassed
But that smokeshop watch, I'd be ashamed to wear
Say I talk a gang of shit like my cousin Terrence
Hate when real come around, these lames can't stand it
But we can't smoke inside the whip 'cause I brought the cannon
Hoes started fagging off so I start scamming
Me and Chop hitting Norties for a soft seven
I hit the club with the thugs, all the hoes staring
When I cheese you see gold like I'm up in cabin
(You ain't never heard a black striper froze up
And your bitch seen this roll so she chose up)

[Chorus]
It's somethin' 'bout the way you throw it back baby
Bend it over for a thug, make it clap baby
The way you move that body make me act crazy
Show these ones, sit that ass on my lap baby
It's somethin' 'bout the way you throw it back baby
Bend it over for a thug, make it clap baby
The way you throw that body make me act crazy
Show these ones, sit that ass on my lap baby

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