That's Just Tips Lyrics

That's Just Tips - T-Pain

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(Boop boop)

(Full send brother)

(Uh uh)

(Bump baddum bum)

(Bump baddum bum)

(Bump baddum bum)

(Bump baddum bum)

(Uh)

I got a stack for the waitress

I got a stack for security

And I got five other bitches I'mma fuck while she wearing my jewelry

And I got a couple hundred dollars for the nigga that park my whip (park my whip)

And I got a lot more in my pocket

Somebody better stop it

(Psh)

That ain't shit

That's just tips

That's just tips

That's just tips

And I got a lot more in my pocket

Somebody better stop it

(Psh)

That ain't shit

That's just -

Pocket change

Try to take it let that rocket bang

Clase Azul stock the plane

Got the strip club lookin like the stock exchange

Better watch the tone

Before the two-tone watch come and rock ya homie

You are not the homie

Put a boulder on top of your molar

Then drive off

Now that's what I call a rock-n-rolla

I am not for foldin' unless it's these bills

The code to the gate is the Netflix password

Come chill

You ain't never been to no Wiscansin mansion with a bitch

You ain't lived

Let me get some understanding

You just in here dancin on broke niggas for real?

What? Ew...

Well let me get it jumpin' (shit)

I come from the slum

But I'm a Slumdog Millionaire

I'll show you how to get it bumpin' (shit)

You know I'm comin'

Just as long as it ain't in your hair

Gotta give a bitch something

Take that as straight facts I ain't bluffin'

I got bread

Got a pocket full of muffins

I gotta pay you back for your patience

But what if I said -

I got a stack for the waitress

I got a stack for security

And I got five other bitches I'mma fuck while she wearing my jewelry

And I got a couple hundred dollars for the nigga that park my whip (park my whip)

And I got a lot more in my pocket

Somebody better stop it

(Psh)

That ain't shit

That's just tips

That's just tips

That's just tips

And I got a lot more in my pocket

Somebody better stop it

(Psh)

That ain't shit

That's just -

The tip of the iceberg

Legit lit

My bitch whippin' the Viper

Your shit don't hit

You're in the pit with the vipers

You gon' get bit

Cause you a clown ass nigga

So you won't get shit

I got a chain and another chain

I bought the Lambo and gettin' another thing

I with the fammo where ain't nobody strugglin'

Them niggas all a gang

That's they other gang (uh)

You gotta be honest

You know ya feelin' it

So get on your knees and do your due diligence

I'm killin' it

Is it me or is it the fuckin' pill in this?

The Tallahassee hero on some villain shit (uh)

I can't walk with a million (uh uh)

Blue face, hunnid stay cripplin' (uh)

I know they don't like it, I'm still gettin' it (uh)

Teddy Pain's officially in the buildin' bitch

Been with a baddie like a two-times

Butter up the booty like a shoe shine

I'm 'bout to murder this pussy

True crime

One thing 'bout a shot, I'mma shoot mine

Pull it up and you too fine

Hit it back to back, that's two times

Open up your mouth

I gotta pay you back for your patience

Before I leave -

I got a stack for the waitress

I got a stack for security

And I got five other bitches I'mma fuck while she wearing my jewelry

And I got a couple hundred dollars for the nigga that park my whip (park my whip)

And I got a lot more in my pocket

Somebody better stop it

(Psh)

That ain't shit

That's just tips

That's just tips

That's just tips

And I got a lot more in my pocket

Somebody better stop it

(Psh)

That ain't shit

That's just -

Oh!

Here ya go

Here ya go

Here ya go

Go!

Keep the pussy poppin'

I got plenty mo'

'Mo!

Up to the ceiling, down to the flo'

Flo'!

Come on baby show me what it's hittin' fo'

Oh!

Here ya go

Here ya go

Here ya go

Go!

Keep the pussy poppin'

I got plenty mo'

'Mo!

Up to the ceiling, down to the flo'

Flo'!

Come on baby show me what it's hittin' fo'