LYRICS – Ain’t Trippin

LYRICS – Ain’t Trippin


Ain’t Trippin

By: Moor iLLBrittany Chrishawn

Lyrics Ain’t Trippin

 

Intro

I can’t believe, what happened to me

The same old thing – the same old thing

You’re mad cause, I told ya

Once I’m over you, I’m over you

So don’t come over with an attitude

And if you do ooh boy I promise you

I just can’t believe, this happened to me

The same old thing – but I’m to blame

I should have let you go

About a year or so ago you know

I can’t believe it took me oh so long

It took my time, but I’m glad it’s over though

 

H00K

I ain’t really trippin’ on it

I say I ain’t really trippin’ on it

Put a lil pimpin’ on it

I say put a lil pimpin’ on it

The money still flippin’ don’t it

Said the money still flippin’ don’t it

But I ain’t really trippin’ on it

I say I ain’t really trippin’ on it

 

V1

Had to step on a good foot

Yea, that’s the right foot

See what tonight do

Pull up at the drive through

Let me get that Jack

Let me get that Yack

Let me get that Remy

Let me get that Henny

Let me get that juice

Let me get that goose

Let me get them loose with the Ciroc

Girl I know I need to stop

Let me get black and mild with the wooden top

Let me get that coke

Let me get that sprite

Since we sipping lean tonight

Let me get Jolly Rancher with the ice

Pour a deuce you’ll be alright

Oh my word, forgot my herb

Hit my mans up on the curb (yeah)

Hit me back what’s the word

Give me that stress for my nerves

But I stay off Westheimer

Can you please take my order (yeah)

Let me get that ounce

Let me get that loud

Let me get that ex

Let me get that tab

Let me get that sex

Let me get my gal

Let me get some threats

Let me get my guns

Let me get some ends

Let me get my funds

Let me get my flex

Let me get my stunt

Let me get respect

Let me get my love

Let me get my back

Let me get my front

Let me get that, get that, get that, get that

 

H00K

I ain’t really trippin’ on it

I say I ain’t really trippin’ on it

Put a lil pimpin’ on it

I say put a lil pimpin’ on it

The money still flippin’ don’t it

Said the money still flippin’ don’t it

But I ain’t really trippin’ on it

I say I ain’t really trippin’ on it

 

V2

(Devil wearing Prada – Polo collar – Full blooded Rottweiler – Front row seat at Benihanas)

Let me get that chicken

Let me get that shrimp

Let me get that veggie

Let me get that fish

Let me get that sake

Let me get that soup

Let me get that rice

Let me get tofu

Let me get that sushi

Let me get that too

Let me get dessert for my sweet tooth

Let me get that bill that’s just for two

Let me get that tip that’s just for you

Let me get that

(Yeah – 22 inch rims – 22 hundred, hundred dollar bills – 22 lighters that I godda sell – 22 licks, I be fresh as hell)

Let me hit that lick

Let me hit that swish

Let me hit that spliff

Let me sip that cris

Let me take my piss

Let me change my kicks

Let me change my clip

Let me bling my wrist

Let me make my grits

Let me stack my chips

Let me coexist

Let me scratch my itch

Let grab my chick

Let me grab my whip

Let me grab my shit

Hit the gas and zip (hit the gas and zip – hit the gas and zip – hit the gas and zip)