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letra de trip - johnny cinco

[intro]
(m-m-money)
(yeah)
n-gga don’t really be on sh-t, for real (yeah)
you gon’ know that

[verse 1: johnny cinco]
that n-gga know i’m the realest, ayy
i go insane, they know i go crazy, i got this lil’ ho in her feelings
i’m all out the country, i came out to catch me a vibe, i’m really chillin’
brand new whip, whenever i pull off the lot, i drop a new ceiling
ain’t really havin’ no money, sh-t, we ain’t really havin’ no dealings, yeah
everybody out here grindin’, yeah, why the h-ll y’all ain’t gettin’ it?
everybody out here shinin’, yeah, wait ’til they see thе new pendant, yeah
i’ma pop out pеrfect timing, lot of y’all n-ggas can’t spend it, yeah
i’ma pop out with a bad ho lookin’ like a model and mindin’ my business, uh
i’ma come through in a fast whip doin’ ’bout a hundred, ridin’ with no ceilings, ooh
i’ma hit the club with a whole d-mn hundred, i’ll f-ck this b-tch up any minute, yeah
i’ma hit the club with a whole d-mn hundred, these n-ggas ain’t havin’ no chicken, yeah

[chorus: johnny cinco & poplord]
yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah
i got all these hundreds, i’ll trip
yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah (i’ll trip out in this motherf-cker for real)
i got forty-five hoes in the v.i.p
yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah (y’all hoes need to back up, y’all need to back the f-ck up)
i’ll trip out in this motherf-cker, i’ll flip (don’t do that sh-t, fam)
yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
i’ll f-ck that motherf-cker up, i’ll—
[verse 2: poplord]
two hundred thousand in cash, i went bp on that ‘lac
in the trap with pots and pans full of that residue from that crack
you could bust sh-t down and say that we had p’s on the flat
just like will smith with that drakey, n-gga play and he get smacked
louis the shoes, marni the pants, goyard the toes, louis the bag
yeah, i’m the man, you say you hotter than who? sh-t, i’m not a fan
she hate her career, she don’t wanna dance
won’t get the m’s, you don’t got a plan
maybach the emblem, check out the van
brodie ‘nem call, i do what i can
gotta be blind, you don’t see what i’m sayin’
just like some sh-t that’s too heavy, uh, know i gotta put you down
all these racks and all these vibes, watch how i switch ’em ’round
pretty hoes think i’m a god, ask every b-tch around

[chorus: johnny cinco]
ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah
i got all these hundreds, i’ll trip
yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah (i’ll trip out in this motherf-cker for real)
i got forty-five hoes in the v.i.p
yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah (y’all hoes need to back up, y’all need to back the f-ck up)
i’ll trip out in this motherf-cker, i’ll flip
yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
i’ll f-ck that motherf-cker up, i’ll—
[outro]
(m-m-money)

- johnny cinco

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