Still Tippin (WHO TF) Remix

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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, I be killin' way too many
Beats, how I ain't caught a case
The way she moves that ass it gives me confidence
im getting pape
Money dont sleep, so why the hell yo ass sleepin'
Get the f*ck out of bed, I done copped a couple pounds of real exotics
Y'all niggas pushin' that haze shit on the streets, be yourself lil bro, be honest
Tell them folks what you be sellin' them
Me and my team copped it for the low, how much you fuckin' gettin' them
I know from the smell that shit can't be no real gas
Y'all niggas on some sucka shit, different types of plays
Movin' through my mind, I love this hood adrenaline
I love the fuckin' money that I'm gettin' in
I can't stop, bro, I can't settle in
I can't f*ck with a stupid-ass lil' hoe, she ain't even get no bread
She ain't get no cake, had to send her far away
Back to the streets from where she came
If you tryna hang around me, better make yourself a name
know some niggas rock diors, but they still say his name in vain
Always prayin' to the Lord, I pray he takes me out the game
Phone be ringin' all the time, even in the stu, man, it's a shame
Goddamn, man, stop ringin' my phone when I'm in the stu, man
Listen, goddamn, yeah, goddamn
My lil' shawty look so bad, man, huh, goddamn
Might just buy her Louis bag
Y'all keep callin' me a simp, I'm the one with all the motion
Bitches leave y'all over money, pockets dry, go buy some lotion
Y'all niggas flexin' for the social, y'all ain't savin' up your bread
Don't let your girl look at my neck, she might just come and give me head
Y'all niggas talkin' to the feds, I know y'all pussy niggas scared
Don't be the one to blow your money on these hoes, invest your bread
Change my number every time I scam a victim
Doesn't matter how I get the money in, cause I'm a flip it
Even if it's nine to five, better make sure that you get it
Take your money out the bank, go cop some pounds, you'll make it killin
When you make your first million, better buy your momma a crib
Better buy your sister a crib
Better buy your dad a crib
Better buy your partner a crib
The highest grade is what I'm smokin', come, I'll show you how I live
I ain't coppin' no more twenties
3.5, that's how I live, 3.5, that's what I roll
I ain't fuckin' with no niggas, I ain't fuckin' with no trolls
They ain't got nowhere to roll, they ain't got nowhere to stay
If you lookin' at my chain, I might come and take your bae
And I got Batman on my wrist, I might just have to save the day
I'm always swappin' out my brakes, I move so fast throughout the day
The way I murder all these beats, I take my new name, Dr. Dre
I started killin' all these beats, now y'all ain't got nothin' to say
Back then, these niggas really post me on they story
They was talkin' about how I ain't gonna make it, and I'm boring
They be broke, I be pourin' out my music like it's stolen
I got way too many songs, if your bitch is gonna hear it
She might take off all her thongs, she might wanna play with me
She might wanna stay with me, she might have a break with me
Might just fly her overseas, 3.5, that's all I breathe
We be smokin' exotic trees, we be smokin' exotic weed
Money dont sleep, so why the hell yo ass sleepin'
Get the f*ck out of bed, I done copped a couple pounds of real exotics
Y'all niggas pushin' that haze shit on the streets, be yourself lil bro, be honest
Tell them folks what you be sellin' them
Me and my team copped it for the low, how much you fuckin' gettin' them
I know from the smell that shit can't be no real gas
Y'all niggas on some sucka shit, different types of plays
Movin' through my mind, I love this hood adrenaline
I love the fuckin' money that I'm gettin' in
I can't stop, bro, I can't settle in
I can't f*ck with a stupid-ass lil' hoe, she ain't even get no bread
She ain't get no cake

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