$trip Talk by MOBxCG Lyrics
[Verse 1: E. Corleone]
You ain't talkin money, lil nigga, then keep yo' lips tucked
And I ain't worried bout yo' bitch boy, I been fucked
I need Benjamins, hundos, big bucks
Hit the bitch for cash, you hit the bitch for a quick nut
You ain't bout yo' money, fucking loony
Old nerd ass, lame ass goofy
I hit the stash, then hit the dash with this toolie
You loving on the bitch LOL that bitch a groupie
But if she fucking with me she gon' pay some
And I finesse out her bag if she play dumb
And any nigga talking sweet can meet the K drum
I spray some, won't stop busting until the jakes come
Hate now, say now, bitch who let the mob out?
All my niggas going dumb like some dropouts
350 Benz off the lot when I hop out
Whip and dip and jubilated when I pop out
Choose me I need the feed real simple
I swipe tags like Swiper real swifty
Bitch bugging on my phone talking 'bout she miss me
And I ain't gave her shit but some dick up in her kidney
Man you broke ass niggas ain't get no pesos
And I can't fuck with broke niggas man I hate those
I hit Seth for the Act' he keep the Ace po'd
Mixed up the potion bitch I'm sipping out the Faygo
[Verse 2: Sethii Shmactt]
Big whips fuck a skip, you be rolling reggie
Fucked your bitch and gave her dick, she felt it in her belly
I could probably fuck your momma, but her pussy smelly
Fuck trapping where I stay, I'm trapping out the telly
Told that bitch I need my money not a minute late
Got the juice in my cup but this ain't Minute Maid
I be smoking on the dope, it make me levitate
Chopper right beside me, make a nigga meet the heaven gates
Bitch I feel like D. Wade, I let that Heat go
Popping out the cut, we got drakies and gleekos
And your bitch be tryna fuck so I beat those
Sent her on a mission, she came back with them C notes
And you know I'm running game like it's Nike town
Bad bitch, had her hella wet, she had to wipe me down
And I touched a couple bands so I'm icy now
Bitches choose for Sethii Shmactt, I guess they like me now
[Verse 3: Fitz]
It's Mister Get the Yus and dip, bitch don't do the splits
Hot heads bitch, so I suggest that you don't trip
She sucked my dick on school campus while we in the whip
And like a bad pitch, you never hit, you niggas swing and miss
Look little bitch come fuck with me, ain't nothing average
You niggas pillow talking hoes, ain't no mackin'
Faggots should've joined the drama club, he actin'
My plug a white boy, his weed musty, call that Brad Pitt
Designer on me, it look like I just robbed Saks Fifth
She treat the dick like garage, she gon' back in
To keep it real, baby, I don't need no wack bitch
Somewhere in Aspen, no T Pain, I put you in the cabin
I'm fucking geeked up on these beats, you know I'm fucking spazzin'
Your bitch a freak, she hop up on my dick without me askin'
That ain't your guap, that shit Monopoly so stop that flexin'
Big dope smoke, and pass the spark because I ain't fucking matchin'
[Verse 4: MOB Buck]
To keep it a stack, I don't rock with you niggas
I can't sit down and shake hands or conversate with you niggas
You fake pimpin', cut the act, I ain't got time for you niggas
There's a ladder you gotta climb to flex and rock wit' a nigga
I lay low and post up, 'cause I don't rock with the new
Gold dancing, polar racing, that's a [?]
Bitches on this clean game, the fit game on flex
Duck and cover when we send 'em, ain't no warnings and shit
I'm out the way but I keep a couple rolls like a fat nigga
Learn the game, running play, make it flip and run back with it
Pesos, no lame hoes, Mob nigga, know we take those
Keep on yapping we chop suey to the ankles
Ruthless, you stupid if you don't do what I say-so
Sending shots at tops, make opps do the tango
Ruthless, you stupid if you don't do what I say-so
Bad bitch on it, I knock the pussy like Lego
[Verse 5: CPUP]
I'm CPUP and I'm never on no sucker shit
Mister Hit Her Once, then I duck the bitch
Fuck the quit, now what's in your pockets bitch?
Profit bitch, you already know I need all of it
Only tough wit' yo' niggas? Man, stop it
You hating on a nigga 'cause I'm poppin'
This thang on my hip will make you drop quick
Keep on speaking that nonsense and I'ma spark this hot shit
Gang gang, lil bitch, this a gang
You already know I'm with the shits so little hoe, stop playin'
Got a [?] bitch and every two weeks she paid
Lay with that [?] on mans, it gon' get dangerous
On my mom, nigga, the MOB wit' me and we trippin'
We some young fly niggas so tuck yo' bitches
Yeah I'm on the road, I'm on the road to riches with your thang
I'm fresh off a stain, I'm on a mission
You ain't talkin money, lil nigga, then keep yo' lips tucked
And I ain't worried bout yo' bitch boy, I been fucked
I need Benjamins, hundos, big bucks
Hit the bitch for cash, you hit the bitch for a quick nut
You ain't bout yo' money, fucking loony
Old nerd ass, lame ass goofy
I hit the stash, then hit the dash with this toolie
You loving on the bitch LOL that bitch a groupie
But if she fucking with me she gon' pay some
And I finesse out her bag if she play dumb
And any nigga talking sweet can meet the K drum
I spray some, won't stop busting until the jakes come
Hate now, say now, bitch who let the mob out?
All my niggas going dumb like some dropouts
350 Benz off the lot when I hop out
Whip and dip and jubilated when I pop out
Choose me I need the feed real simple
I swipe tags like Swiper real swifty
Bitch bugging on my phone talking 'bout she miss me
And I ain't gave her shit but some dick up in her kidney
Man you broke ass niggas ain't get no pesos
And I can't fuck with broke niggas man I hate those
I hit Seth for the Act' he keep the Ace po'd
Mixed up the potion bitch I'm sipping out the Faygo
[Verse 2: Sethii Shmactt]
Big whips fuck a skip, you be rolling reggie
Fucked your bitch and gave her dick, she felt it in her belly
I could probably fuck your momma, but her pussy smelly
Fuck trapping where I stay, I'm trapping out the telly
Told that bitch I need my money not a minute late
Got the juice in my cup but this ain't Minute Maid
I be smoking on the dope, it make me levitate
Chopper right beside me, make a nigga meet the heaven gates
Bitch I feel like D. Wade, I let that Heat go
Popping out the cut, we got drakies and gleekos
And your bitch be tryna fuck so I beat those
Sent her on a mission, she came back with them C notes
And you know I'm running game like it's Nike town
Bad bitch, had her hella wet, she had to wipe me down
And I touched a couple bands so I'm icy now
Bitches choose for Sethii Shmactt, I guess they like me now
[Verse 3: Fitz]
It's Mister Get the Yus and dip, bitch don't do the splits
Hot heads bitch, so I suggest that you don't trip
She sucked my dick on school campus while we in the whip
And like a bad pitch, you never hit, you niggas swing and miss
Look little bitch come fuck with me, ain't nothing average
You niggas pillow talking hoes, ain't no mackin'
Faggots should've joined the drama club, he actin'
My plug a white boy, his weed musty, call that Brad Pitt
Designer on me, it look like I just robbed Saks Fifth
She treat the dick like garage, she gon' back in
To keep it real, baby, I don't need no wack bitch
Somewhere in Aspen, no T Pain, I put you in the cabin
I'm fucking geeked up on these beats, you know I'm fucking spazzin'
Your bitch a freak, she hop up on my dick without me askin'
That ain't your guap, that shit Monopoly so stop that flexin'
Big dope smoke, and pass the spark because I ain't fucking matchin'
[Verse 4: MOB Buck]
To keep it a stack, I don't rock with you niggas
I can't sit down and shake hands or conversate with you niggas
You fake pimpin', cut the act, I ain't got time for you niggas
There's a ladder you gotta climb to flex and rock wit' a nigga
I lay low and post up, 'cause I don't rock with the new
Gold dancing, polar racing, that's a [?]
Bitches on this clean game, the fit game on flex
Duck and cover when we send 'em, ain't no warnings and shit
I'm out the way but I keep a couple rolls like a fat nigga
Learn the game, running play, make it flip and run back with it
Pesos, no lame hoes, Mob nigga, know we take those
Keep on yapping we chop suey to the ankles
Ruthless, you stupid if you don't do what I say-so
Sending shots at tops, make opps do the tango
Ruthless, you stupid if you don't do what I say-so
Bad bitch on it, I knock the pussy like Lego
[Verse 5: CPUP]
I'm CPUP and I'm never on no sucker shit
Mister Hit Her Once, then I duck the bitch
Fuck the quit, now what's in your pockets bitch?
Profit bitch, you already know I need all of it
Only tough wit' yo' niggas? Man, stop it
You hating on a nigga 'cause I'm poppin'
This thang on my hip will make you drop quick
Keep on speaking that nonsense and I'ma spark this hot shit
Gang gang, lil bitch, this a gang
You already know I'm with the shits so little hoe, stop playin'
Got a [?] bitch and every two weeks she paid
Lay with that [?] on mans, it gon' get dangerous
On my mom, nigga, the MOB wit' me and we trippin'
We some young fly niggas so tuck yo' bitches
Yeah I'm on the road, I'm on the road to riches with your thang
I'm fresh off a stain, I'm on a mission