Trip

[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
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
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
I'll fuck that motherfucker up, I'll—

[Outro]
(M-M-Money)