CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Still Tippin
(Don't play wit’ him)
I love the money like I love strippers
I said "if it don't make no money I ain't f**king with it"
I told you "you could have it all, you just gotta’ work"
Perfect yo' craft, get off yo' ass, just show em' what you worth
Before you tell a lie you better look me in my eyes
If you fake just tell me now so when it hit won't be surprised
I'm addicted to the money, I wake up my fingers itching
My wrist 360 but we still 4 tippin'
What, yeah, still in here trippin'
Yeah I still got them digits
I might catch this n***a slippin’
Too many hoes like I’m pimpin'
What, what, what
Hope your b*t*h don’t f**k around catch you slippin'
Boy you never left the city
pack then get up with it
That's what your man's said?
Nah can’t even go for it
You wanna' p*ss off but you had no choice
Say you smokin' loud, it don't make phewwww
They say the loudest in the room make the least money
But I'm on loud and I just ran through a weak hunnid'
My b*t*h know I'm with the sh*ts like a weak stomach
I got no reason to lie to you, I'ma be honest
In a jam I let it spit, I ain't beat boxin'
If you need it then I got it, I been plug shoppin'
I just f**ked this n***a b*t*h and took her rug shoppin'
I got it lined around the city, we ain't club hoppin'
I love the money like I love strippers
I said "if it don't make no money I ain't f**king with it"
I told you "you could have it all, you just gotta' work"
Perfect yo' craft, get off yo' ass, just show em' what you worth
Before you tell a lie you better look me in my eyes
If you fake just tell me now so when it hit won't be surprised
I'm addicted to the money, I wake up my fingers itching
My wrist 360 but we still 4 tippin'
I love the money like I love strippers
I said "if it don't make no money I ain't f**king with it"
I told you "you could have it all, you just gotta’ work"
Perfect yo' craft, get off yo' ass, just show em' what you worth
Before you tell a lie you better look me in my eyes
If you fake just tell me now so when it hit won't be surprised
I'm addicted to the money, I wake up my fingers itching
My wrist 360 but we still 4 tippin'
What, yeah, still in here trippin'
Yeah I still got them digits
I might catch this n***a slippin’
Too many hoes like I’m pimpin'
What, what, what
Hope your b*t*h don’t f**k around catch you slippin'
Boy you never left the city
pack then get up with it
That's what your man's said?
Nah can’t even go for it
You wanna' p*ss off but you had no choice
Say you smokin' loud, it don't make phewwww
They say the loudest in the room make the least money
But I'm on loud and I just ran through a weak hunnid'
My b*t*h know I'm with the sh*ts like a weak stomach
I got no reason to lie to you, I'ma be honest
In a jam I let it spit, I ain't beat boxin'
If you need it then I got it, I been plug shoppin'
I just f**ked this n***a b*t*h and took her rug shoppin'
I got it lined around the city, we ain't club hoppin'
I love the money like I love strippers
I said "if it don't make no money I ain't f**king with it"
I told you "you could have it all, you just gotta' work"
Perfect yo' craft, get off yo' ass, just show em' what you worth
Before you tell a lie you better look me in my eyes
If you fake just tell me now so when it hit won't be surprised
I'm addicted to the money, I wake up my fingers itching
My wrist 360 but we still 4 tippin'
