Still Tippin (WHO TF) Remix Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, I be killin' way too many

Beats, how I ain't caught a case

The way she moves that ass it gives me confidence

im getting pape

Money dont sleep, so why the hell yo ass sleepin'

Get the fuck out of bed, I done copped a couple pounds of real exotics

Y'all niggas pushin' that haze shit on the streets, be yourself lil bro, be honest

Tell them folks what you be sellin' them

Me and my team copped it for the low, how much you fuckin' gettin' them

I know from the smell that shit can't be no real gas

Y'all niggas on some sucka shit, different types of plays

Movin' through my mind, I love this hood adrenaline

I love the fuckin' money that I'm gettin' in

I can't stop, bro, I can't settle in

I can't fuck with a stupid-ass lil' hoe, she ain't even get no bread

She ain't get no cake, had to send her far away

Back to the streets from where she came

If you tryna hang around me, better make yourself a name

know some niggas rock diors, but they still say his name in vain

Always prayin' to the Lord, I pray he takes me out the game

Phone be ringin' all the time, even in the stu, man, it's a shame

Goddamn, man, stop ringin' my phone when I'm in the stu, man

Listen, goddamn, yeah, goddamn

My lil' shawty look so bad, man, huh, goddamn

Might just buy her Louis bag

Y'all keep callin' me a simp, I'm the one with all the motion

Bitches leave y'all over money, pockets dry, go buy some lotion

Y'all niggas flexin' for the social, y'all ain't savin' up your bread

Don't let your girl look at my neck, she might just come and give me head

Y'all niggas talkin' to the feds, I know y'all pussy niggas scared

Don't be the one to blow your money on these hoes, invest your bread

Change my number every time I scam a victim

Doesn't matter how I get the money in, cause I'm a flip it

Even if it's nine to five, better make sure that you get it

Take your money out the bank, go cop some pounds, you'll make it killin

When you make your first million, better buy your momma a crib

Better buy your sister a crib

Better buy your dad a crib

Better buy your partner a crib

The highest grade is what I'm smokin', come, I'll show you how I live

I ain't coppin' no more twenties

3.5, that's how I live, 3.5, that's what I roll

I ain't fuckin' with no niggas, I ain't fuckin' with no trolls

They ain't got nowhere to roll, they ain't got nowhere to stay

If you lookin' at my chain, I might come and take your bae

And I got Batman on my wrist, I might just have to save the day

I'm always swappin' out my brakes, I move so fast throughout the day

The way I murder all these beats, I take my new name, Dr. Dre

I started killin' all these beats, now y'all ain't got nothin' to say

Back then, these niggas really post me on they story

They was talkin' about how I ain't gonna make it, and I'm boring

They be broke, I be pourin' out my music like it's stolen

I got way too many songs, if your bitch is gonna hear it

She might take off all her thongs, she might wanna play with me

She might wanna stay with me, she might have a break with me

Might just fly her overseas, 3.5, that's all I breathe

We be smokin' exotic trees, we be smokin' exotic weed

Money dont sleep, so why the hell yo ass sleepin'

Get the fuck out of bed, I done copped a couple pounds of real exotics

Y'all niggas pushin' that haze shit on the streets, be yourself lil bro, be honest

Tell them folks what you be sellin' them

Me and my team copped it for the low, how much you fuckin' gettin' them

I know from the smell that shit can't be no real gas

Y'all niggas on some sucka shit, different types of plays

Movin' through my mind, I love this hood adrenaline

I love the fuckin' money that I'm gettin' in

I can't stop, bro, I can't settle in

I can't fuck with a stupid-ass lil' hoe, she ain't even get no bread

She ain't get no cake