BELLY ft. Ben... Don't Trip Lyrics

Calculate like Urkel

Invest make it triple come back in full circle

Like karma

Overtime with the Lana

Stack it up to the ceiling and boxes bajo like Cama

Dolce and Gabbana my shorty she love designer

Prada and shit I be proud of my bitch

She working for what she got she love to hustle with the kid

Working nine to five's got us tired but still we know how to

Fire that that stove up

Colombian coffee

My drives how I stay alive haters shake off me

Used to give people my time but that shit was exhausting flipping

Rhymes like boards to Koston

Hit you like Charles Bronson

DK Metcalf on that ass I get busy on tracks

I kill that forty-yard dash with the team on my back

Bet your girl give me head while I'm doing the Fat

Joe lean back machine gun rap no Kelly

This that intro to Hype Williams Belly

Daughter built tough that's my Recess Spinelli

Back-to-back Ls kept it solid no jelly

Let's go

I caught a hint of inspiration

I got a funny feeling

There's no mistaking

The kind of drift that you can smell it on the pavement

All kind of smoke its different flavors you can taste it

I never felt the need to cave in no one is waiting its only talk

When they can make it

But still I'm clean put foot to moving pavement

My lady she gon ride my little baby

Concrete bull float smooth out the messy

Long Beach new goat Lionel Messi of the rap game

Ya'll slept on me

That's probably why y'all got back pains this that new Method

I came to bring the pain the five six ooo

King Kunga

Give y'all some to bob too

A lot of rappers bugging out on they Ragu cash rules dont mind me

I'm getting to that bag foo

No prophylactic young ghetto and well crafted

Free Mansion the homie Roc with the back spins skating at the park

Young and above average

But money good that's word from the homie Travis

Blue Vans Modelo cans with the shorty bop's

One was in the bathroom giving one of the homies top

I like a small crew too much can harm you

Jealousy a bitch a virus that'll destroy you

Pray plan and execute

You got to hustle on your own if you really want a better view

I caught a hint of inspiration

I got a funny feeling

There's no mistaking

The kind of drift that you can smell it on the pavement

I never felt the need to cave in no one is waiting

We don't ever lose

We learn real life lessons

In better news I got a bitch with better nudes

Surround yourself with people that bet on you

I got couple trues

Stay loyal and love a few

Your revenue

That's something you don't abuse

I got this girl that love fruit and wine

Drinking water after sex then we back online

I put that arch on her spine she give me head while I drive

Bumper to bumper on the 405 the windows was tinted

I got a senorita love paprika

Always calling me Papi that's my bilingual speaker

Me dice que me quierre pero sabe que soy vago

Que me muevo como mago despues de un buen rato

Houdini my hustle won't let me stay in a box no

Skitz off Del Amo the homie riding with Pato

Feeling triple seven take a risk with the lotto

My motto live it up get papered up save some pa' arrato