Yeah
It's that boy Pella damotherf*ckin Goat man
You know we forever paid right
Look
Let's get it
Aye you know
Aye you know
Yeah
OK, ima give it to y'all like this right
I might be trippin
My attention span gets shorter by the minute
Not to mention I keep spending
Every dime I get on Ritalin to keep me high
Pass the times and get me focused on my finish
Otherwise I'm gon' try to say f*ck all this shit and end it
Dawg I'm trippin'
Did I ever mention what I thought it was tho
I can't even feel these motherf*ckin' drugs, bro
Hey, anybody trippin' on the shit,
That I be sniffin',
Prolley need to go grab em a tissue
And proceed to wipe they own nose
I ain't ever gave a single mother f*ck, dawg
I don't be workin' out, but I be pullin' up, dawg
And all my trash come wit a mother f*ckin bag
I'm not that kracker tryin' to brag,
But all y'all motherf*ckers suck, dawg
I'm trippin',
My attention span gets shorter
By the minute
I keep spendin' every dime, I get on Ritalin to keep me high
Pass the time and get me focused on my finish
Otherwise, I'm gon' try to say, f*ck all this shit and end it dawg I'm trippin
All I want is money, ho,
All I tote is cash bitch
And if you can't accept it,
F*ck it, bring it to the back
All I want is money, ho,
All I tote is cash bitch
And if you can't accept it,
F*ck it, bring it to the back
All I want is money, ho,
All I tote is cash bitch
And if you can't accept it,
F*ck it, bring it to the back
All I want is money, ho,
All I tote is cash bitch
And if you can't accept it,
F*ck it, bring it to the back
I might be trippin',
My attention span gets shorter by the minute
Not to mention, I keep spendin' every dime, I get on Ritalin to keep me high
Pass the time and keep me focused on my finish,
Otherwise, I might try to say f*ck all this shit and end it dawg, I'm trippin
Paper, paper, I'm addicted to it, got a fetish for it,
An obsession even
Like to count it up,
I love to spend a little,
I love the sense of power that it give tha people
I ain't press for it, but I'll press for it,
Tell your bitch get here, I'll check for her
Said he wantin smoke,
Gon' give it to him,
We ain't sparin' shit, just don't ask for it
Got a big bag for a lil' problem if he still come,
Let the dawgs solve it
I got shit to do,
Who the f*ck is you?
I don't play with fools,
I'ma gon' shoot
No track shoes boy these jimmy-choo,
Need at least two if he gon come through
If Bullet sent me, then he know it's through,
No faces seen just smoke and poof
I might be trippin', my attention span gets shorter by the minute
Now I be spendin' every dime, I get
On all y'all lil f*ck niggas
Pass the time and keep me focused on my business, otherwise, I might try to say f*ck all this shit and end it
Dawg I'm tripping
All I want is money, ho,
All I tote is cash bitch
And if you can't accept it,
F*ck it, bring it to the back
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Yeah
It's that boy Pella damotherf*ckin Goat man
You know we forever paid right
Look
Let's get it
Aye you know
Aye you know
Yeah
OK, ima give it to y'all like this right
I might be trippin
My attention span gets shorter by the minute
Not to mention I keep spending
Every dime I get on Ritalin to keep me high
Pass the times and get me focused on my finish
Otherwise I'm gon' try to say f*ck all this shit and end it
Dawg I'm trippin'
Did I ever mention what I thought it was tho
I can't even feel these motherf*ckin' drugs, bro
Hey, anybody trippin' on the shit,
That I be sniffin',
Prolley need to go grab em a tissue
And proceed to wipe they own nose
I ain't ever gave a single mother f*ck, dawg
I don't be workin' out, but I be pullin' up, dawg
And all my trash come wit a mother f*ckin bag
I'm not that kracker tryin' to brag,
But all y'all motherf*ckers suck, dawg
I'm trippin',
My attention span gets shorter
By the minute
I keep spendin' every dime, I get on Ritalin to keep me high
Pass the time and get me focused on my finish
Otherwise, I'm gon' try to say, f*ck all this shit and end it dawg I'm trippin
All I want is money, ho,
All I tote is cash bitch
And if you can't accept it,
F*ck it, bring it to the back
All I want is money, ho,
All I tote is cash bitch
And if you can't accept it,
F*ck it, bring it to the back
All I want is money, ho,
All I tote is cash bitch
And if you can't accept it,
F*ck it, bring it to the back
All I want is money, ho,
All I tote is cash bitch
And if you can't accept it,
F*ck it, bring it to the back
I might be trippin',
My attention span gets shorter by the minute
Not to mention, I keep spendin' every dime, I get on Ritalin to keep me high
Pass the time and keep me focused on my finish,
Otherwise, I might try to say f*ck all this shit and end it dawg, I'm trippin
Paper, paper, I'm addicted to it, got a fetish for it,
An obsession even
Like to count it up,
I love to spend a little,
I love the sense of power that it give tha people
I ain't press for it, but I'll press for it,
Tell your bitch get here, I'll check for her
Said he wantin smoke,
Gon' give it to him,
We ain't sparin' shit, just don't ask for it
Got a big bag for a lil' problem if he still come,
Let the dawgs solve it
I got shit to do,
Who the f*ck is you?
I don't play with fools,
I'ma gon' shoot
No track shoes boy these jimmy-choo,
Need at least two if he gon come through
If Bullet sent me, then he know it's through,
No faces seen just smoke and poof
I might be trippin', my attention span gets shorter by the minute
Now I be spendin' every dime, I get
On all y'all lil f*ck niggas
Pass the time and keep me focused on my business, otherwise, I might try to say f*ck all this shit and end it
Dawg I'm tripping
All I want is money, ho,
All I tote is cash bitch
And if you can't accept it,
F*ck it, bring it to the back
It's that boy Pella damotherf*ckin Goat man
You know we forever paid right
Look
Let's get it
Aye you know
Aye you know
Yeah
OK, ima give it to y'all like this right
I might be trippin
My attention span gets shorter by the minute
Not to mention I keep spending
Every dime I get on Ritalin to keep me high
Pass the times and get me focused on my finish
Otherwise I'm gon' try to say f*ck all this shit and end it
Dawg I'm trippin'
Did I ever mention what I thought it was tho
I can't even feel these motherf*ckin' drugs, bro
Hey, anybody trippin' on the shit,
That I be sniffin',
Prolley need to go grab em a tissue
And proceed to wipe they own nose
I ain't ever gave a single mother f*ck, dawg
I don't be workin' out, but I be pullin' up, dawg
And all my trash come wit a mother f*ckin bag
I'm not that kracker tryin' to brag,
But all y'all motherf*ckers suck, dawg
I'm trippin',
My attention span gets shorter
By the minute
I keep spendin' every dime, I get on Ritalin to keep me high
Pass the time and get me focused on my finish
Otherwise, I'm gon' try to say, f*ck all this shit and end it dawg I'm trippin
All I want is money, ho,
All I tote is cash bitch
And if you can't accept it,
F*ck it, bring it to the back
All I want is money, ho,
All I tote is cash bitch
And if you can't accept it,
F*ck it, bring it to the back
All I want is money, ho,
All I tote is cash bitch
And if you can't accept it,
F*ck it, bring it to the back
All I want is money, ho,
All I tote is cash bitch
And if you can't accept it,
F*ck it, bring it to the back
I might be trippin',
My attention span gets shorter by the minute
Not to mention, I keep spendin' every dime, I get on Ritalin to keep me high
Pass the time and keep me focused on my finish,
Otherwise, I might try to say f*ck all this shit and end it dawg, I'm trippin
Paper, paper, I'm addicted to it, got a fetish for it,
An obsession even
Like to count it up,
I love to spend a little,
I love the sense of power that it give tha people
I ain't press for it, but I'll press for it,
Tell your bitch get here, I'll check for her
Said he wantin smoke,
Gon' give it to him,
We ain't sparin' shit, just don't ask for it
Got a big bag for a lil' problem if he still come,
Let the dawgs solve it
I got shit to do,
Who the f*ck is you?
I don't play with fools,
I'ma gon' shoot
No track shoes boy these jimmy-choo,
Need at least two if he gon come through
If Bullet sent me, then he know it's through,
No faces seen just smoke and poof
I might be trippin', my attention span gets shorter by the minute
Now I be spendin' every dime, I get
On all y'all lil f*ck niggas
Pass the time and keep me focused on my business, otherwise, I might try to say f*ck all this shit and end it
Dawg I'm tripping
All I want is money, ho,
All I tote is cash bitch
And if you can't accept it,
F*ck it, bring it to the back
Writer: Javon Wilson, Justin Greene
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid