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That's Just Tips Lyrics - Artist : T-Pain
(Boop boop)
(Full send brother) (Uh uh) (Bump baddum bum) (Bump baddum bum) (Bump baddum bum) (Bump baddum bum) (Uh) I got a stack for the waitress I got a stack for security And I got five other bitches I'mma fuck while she wearing my jewelry And I got a couple hundred dollars for the nigga that park my whip (park my whip) And I got a lot more in my pocket Somebody better stop it (Psh) That ain't shit That's just tips That's just tips That's just tips And I got a lot more in my pocket Somebody better stop it (Psh) That ain't shit That's just - Pocket change Try to take it let that rocket bang Clase Azul stock the plane Got the strip club lookin like the stock exchange Better watch the tone Before the two-tone watch come and rock ya homie You are not the homie Put a boulder on top of your molar Then drive off Now that's what I call a rock-n-rolla I am not for foldin' unless it's these bills The code to the gate is the Netflix password Come chill You ain't never been to no Wiscansin mansion with a bitch You ain't lived Let me get some understanding You just in here dancin on broke niggas for real? What? Ew... Well let me get it jumpin' (shit) I come from the slum But I'm a Slumdog Millionaire I'll show you how to get it bumpin' (shit) You know I'm comin' Just as long as it ain't in your hair Gotta give a bitch something Take that as straight facts I ain't bluffin' I got bread Got a pocket full of muffins I gotta pay you back for your patience But what if I said - I got a stack for the waitress I got a stack for security And I got five other bitches I'mma fuck while she wearing my jewelry And I got a couple hundred dollars for the nigga that park my whip (park my whip) And I got a lot more in my pocket Somebody better stop it (Psh) That ain't shit That's just tips That's just tips That's just tips And I got a lot more in my pocket Somebody better stop it (Psh) That ain't shit That's just - The tip of the iceberg Legit lit My bitch whippin' the Viper Your shit don't hit You're in the pit with the vipers You gon' get bit Cause you a clown ass nigga So you won't get shit I got a chain and another chain I bought the Lambo and gettin' another thing I with the fammo where ain't nobody strugglin' Them niggas all a gang That's they other gang (uh) You gotta be honest You know ya feelin' it So get on your knees and do your due diligence I'm killin' it Is it me or is it the fuckin' pill in this? The Tallahassee hero on some villain shit (uh) I can't walk with a million (uh uh) Blue face, hunnid stay cripplin' (uh) I know they don't like it, I'm still gettin' it (uh) Teddy Pain's officially in the buildin' bitch Been with a baddie like a two-times Butter up the booty like a shoe shine I'm 'bout to murder this pussy True crime One thing 'bout a shot, I'mma shoot mine Pull it up and you too fine Hit it back to back, that's two times Open up your mouth I gotta pay you back for your patience Before I leave - I got a stack for the waitress I got a stack for security And I got five other bitches I'mma fuck while she wearing my jewelry And I got a couple hundred dollars for the nigga that park my whip (park my whip) And I got a lot more in my pocket Somebody better stop it (Psh) That ain't shit That's just tips That's just tips That's just tips And I got a lot more in my pocket Somebody better stop it (Psh) That ain't shit That's just - Oh! Here ya go Here ya go Here ya go Go! Keep the pussy poppin' I got plenty mo' 'Mo! Up to the ceiling, down to the flo' Flo'! Come on baby show me what it's hittin' fo' Oh! Here ya go Here ya go Here ya go Go! Keep the pussy poppin' I got plenty mo' 'Mo! Up to the ceiling, down to the flo' Flo'! Come on baby show me what it's hittin' fo' |
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