TRIP - Intellectual

[Intro: Stopthis]

If my brother down bad we gon' go hit a lick

I can make a bad nigga bad 'cause I'm [?]

Hit hoes now I'm back back on the strip

Take a trip to New York spend some bands on the rick

Take a trip to New York and your bitch want a flick

Tell a lil' bitch of course she gon' [?]

Heard your big bro a snitch yeah he an informant

She keep texting my phone and I'm finna ignore it

And I can't hit a hoe unless she sorbet

[?] with the big dogs and she know it

Pull the stick out of YSL's and i blow it

Pull the bands out the YSL's and I blow em'

And the money coming to me like a got an orbit

[Verse 1:twentythree]

And the money coming to me I can cop more shit

I spend so much money when I'm at the store yeah

Pull up with the baddest bitch like I could fuck my old bitch

And I'm tryna buy a

[?]

Change my whole life baby gotta change my old way

Tryna be my wife I can be your boyfreind

Back in the day woulda' done it for ya'

Pockets getting bigger but my jeans are getting skinny

Shoppin' with my freind I just dropped seven-fifty

If you got the money gotta go and get the fitty

Drugs in my pocket while I go around the city

I can't sign on if its less then a milly'

Bitches tryna' fuck yeah we turnt' in the telly'

I can make it happen if you tell me what you want

Rockin' this Givenchy and my bro got Saint Laurent

Fuck her from the back then I fuck her from the front

I ain't' even high i just took another one

[?]

now my pockets full of funds

She ain't' even my bitch we just havin' some fun

I got drugs in my drank you can tell that I'm gone

We get higher then a kite we get higher then the sun

[?] we done got it out the mud

She a one night hoe yeah i think she gotta' go