Yeah X3

Intro: Trippie Redd]

Ay, Lil 14 yeah

Lil 14, yeah, yeah

Ooo, me and Indo trippin'

Yeah, trippie trippie, yeah

Hook: Trippie Redd]

I f*ck your b**ch yeah

Ooo yeah, yeah, yeah

Foreign whips like yeah yeah yeah

I get that money yeah yeah yeah

You runnin' out like yeah yeah yeah

Ooo, that b**ch she liking my steez

Ooo, I put that lil' b**ch on her knees

Ooo, for that d*ck she fiend, fiend, fiend, fiend (yeah)

Verse 1: Trippie Redd]

I count the money like juice, ay

Sippin on gin and that juice, yeah

On the beat I can get loose, yeah

Countin' up [?] shoes, yeah

Fifty hundred for the shoes, yeah

You ain't f*cking with my groove, yeah

Talkin bout you when you lose, yeah

Gettin' money sippin' booze, yeeahh

I got lots of riches ni*ga

Ooo, Trippie got alot of b**ches ni*ga

Maserati, new Bugatti making switches ni*ga

You ain't f*ckin' with my mo'f*cking vision, yeah

You know how I go

I might f*ck your hoe (yeah)

Trippie Redd I go

For the boy they gon' all go

Hook: Trippie Redd]

I f*ck your b**ch yeah

Ooo yeah, yeah, yeah

Foreign whips like yeah yeah yeah

I get that money, yeah yeah yeah

You runnin' out like yeah yeah yeah

Ooo, that b**ch she liking my steez

Ooo, I put that lil' b**ch on her knees

Ooo, for that d*ck she fiend, fiend, fiend, fiend (yeah)

Verse 2: TTOKT]

Yeah yeah, me and Lil 14

Sippin' custard lean

I rock vans with Givenchy straight with my Nudie jeans

I stack it then flip it my young ni*ga wit' me I'm snappin' with Trip

Like Charlie Sheen, Bobby B, like [?] these nig*as', I'm lit

I play wit' the money, don't play wit' no hoe

I rock out my shows, feel like Charlie dope cuz I'm bout to blow

[?], like Mr Ross, no TLC but I am scrub

She don't tell me no she tell me yeah, yeah, yeah

In the coupe with all my chains and I'm like yeah yeah

Marble floor up in the mansion I'm like yeah yeah

Your baby mama think I'm handsome she like yeah yeah

Oh yeah yeah yeah

Hook: Trippie Redd]

I f*ck your b**ch yeah

Ooo yeah, yeah, yeah

Foreign whips like yeah yeah yeah

I get that money yeah yeah yeah

You runnin' out like yeah yeah yeah

Ooo, that b**ch she liking my steez

Ooo, I put that lil' b**ch on her knees

Ooo, for that d*ck she fiend, fiend, fiend, fiend (yeah)

Outro]

For that d*ck she fiend, fiend, fiend, fiend yeah

Yeah Yeah Yeah