Trip - Intellectual

[Intro]

(M-M-Money)

(Yeah)

Nigga don't really be on shit, for real (Yeah)

You gon' know that

[Verse 1: Johnny Cinco]

That nigga 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, shit, we ain't really havin' no dealings, yeah

Everybody out here grindin', yeah, why the hell 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 niggas 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 damn hundred, I'll fuck this bitch up any minute, yeah

I'ma hit the club with a whole damn hundred, these niggas 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 motherfucker 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 fuck up)

I'll trip out in this motherfucker, I'll flip (Don't do that shit, fam)

Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah

I'll fuck that motherfucker 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 shit down and say that we had P's on the flat

Just like Will Smith with that Drakey, nigga 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? Shit, 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 shit 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 bitch around

[Chorus: Johnny Cinco]

Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah