Pull the cars out, party,
hang out, blow them all out cash
My money ain't trippin'
Do the whole shoot,
throwin' up real loot,
I'm livin' proof
My money ain't trippin'
Fly to work, in, get the turf in,
got chips, got gouda
My money ain't trippin'
Bottle pop, swallow and drop,
re -cop, then
pop
My money ain't trippin'
I'm the runner -up, split screens in my lap,
blow them all out, two times with the green
You irrelevant, doing what the chicks say I watch the wire,
season 5 in my
Escalade
Pull the cars out, party, hang out,
big chain, I'm eatin'
It's obvious, pimpin'
My
Dior frames, native eyewear,
long money like cheatin'
You cheatin' or pimp in'?
Ayy, tippin' out,
boss man got the shot called
Now I'm up in
C -Town ballin' with my
China dog
Finish head with the
D -Boy tactics
If your big face is up,
then your bankroll back
Really?
Come through, video shoot, toss loot
Nothin' packed, matter of fact,
for the field crew
Loan money out,
see the fakes from the snakes
Roll one, blow one, soon as I wake
Pull the cards out, party, hang out,
blow them all out cash
My money ain't trippin'
Do the whole shoot, throwin' up real loot,
I'm livin' proof
My money ain't trippin'
Fly to work in, get the turf in,
got chips, got gouda
My money ain't trippin'
Bottle pop, swallow and drop,
re -cop, then pop
My money ain't
Made my soil, got cotton mouth
It's hella dry on these streets
Hustlers' place is empty,
ain't nothin' to eat
I was fortunate to be
the independent founder
To lay on n***a networking
without a towner
Now it's 2008 and it's a recession
I'm still hav ing my cake and
it's a blessing
Still spitting nostril dust,
microphone candy
Still giving out work like I'm labor ready
I exercise my allowance
My money ain't tripping,
my money got bound
Pocket change, I spend a few thousand
Spend a house?
No, just when I'm clowned
Bought a
Jag without looking at the price tag
Pulled up at the dealership
with a big duffel bag
I'm a mess, I'm out of shit and I'm bright,
my cutlass pipe sound like a plane landed at the light
Pull up cars out, party, hang out,
blow them all out cash
My money ain't trippin'
Do the whole shoot, throwin' up real loot,
I'm livin' proof
My money ain't trippin'
Fly to work in, get the turf in,
got chips, got gouda
My money ain't trippin'
Bottle pop, swallow and drop,
re -cop, then pop
My money ain't trippin'
Tear leather with the coke, white hair,
rasp rims, poke out like 36 deep breaths
Real
Luke, nigga, no, you ain't got these
Aquamarine,
Centrine, and my wrist ain't
On star, navigate turn -by -turn
30 -30, goon like
Joey, let the clutch burn
Boutta work in first, then say that
My money like
Pro
Tools, you a
ADAPT
Backpack in the trap, outdoor, man
I push the quad,
ATV ballin'
Got the turf out, party with the top dog
Be around big money,
that'll get your life solved
Tune in like the
FM dial, fam
Think I ain't yankin' out my guap like
Uncle
Sam
See the lil homie spunky
and the whole thing
Pour around the room,
ask a player what's your code name
Pull the cars out, party, hang out,
blow them all out cash
My money ain't trippin'
Do the whole shoot, throwin' up real loot,
I'm livin' proof
My money ain't trippin'
Fly to work end, get the turf in,
got chips, got gouda
My money ain't trippin'
Bottle pop, swallow and drop,
re -cop, then pop
My money ain't trippin'
You