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Artiste : Bobby Shmurda
Titre : Cartier Lens
Trippin´ nigga
Trippin´, trippin´, trippin´, trippin´ nigga
Trippin´ nigga
Trippin´, trippin´, trippin´, trippin´
I been trippin´ nigga

Trippin´ nigga
Ayy, ayy, ayy, gllttt
Trippin´, trippin´ gang, nigga
I been gang nigga
Trippin´, trippin´, changed nigga
I been changed nigga
Changed nigga to the bank nigga
Stacking bank nigga
Stacking M´s

Fuck you think nigga
Stacking M´s nigga
Fuck you think this Bobby B
I´m out the the pens, nigga (woof)
I thank God first ´fore I count my ends, nigga (woof)
Had to crawl first ´fore I touched a Bent´, nigga (´fore I touched a bitch)

Yeah, I parked up ´fore a nigga spinned, nigga (brrp)
Jump a fence, nigga (brrp)
Buss FN´s, nigga (brrp)
We ain´t from the place where niggas worried ´bout them niggas (yoon)
I shot it at him, homies said that I was ten niggas (brrp)
And I see millions through my Cartier lens, nigga (ayy)
No time for bitches or these niggas all pretend, nigga (yeah, yeah)
You lookin´ down, thought you´d be proud I´m out the trench, nigga (yeah, yeah)
I bussed it down (yeah, yeah) for all my niggas in the pens, nigga (yeah, yeah)
Hopped up out that blue Ferrari, you know that it´s him, nigga (ayy)

Once again, nigga (ayy)
And again, nigga (ayy)
Spin your block ´til the world fuckin´ end, nigga
Fuck the cops
Fuck the judge
Fuck a pig, nigga
´Cause bitch I´m bod, and I´m hot and I´m rich, nigga

Whole lotta cash, bitch, trippin´ nigga
Trippin´, trippin´, trippin´, trippin´ nigga
Trippin´ nigga (yeah)
Trippin´, trippin´ (ayy), trippin´, trippin´ (go stack a)
Trippin´ nigga, trippin´ nigga

Ayy, go stack a bill, nigga (uh-huh)
No time for bitches or these hoes

This shit get real, nigga (this shit get real)
´Cause I was in there all alone
All by myself, nigga
Ain´t no one to call
My mama broke
Ain´t got no bail, nigga
Auntie on the phone cryin´
Please don´t go to jail, nigga
Lock my baby up
They tryna get my bitch to tell on niggas
They gave my bro ´bout fifty-three
The other one an L, nigga
Bitch, I been poppin´ pills
After pills, after pills, nigga
Tryna reminisce
All my niggas that ain´t here, nigga

Yeah

I been trippin´, homie
Yeah, yeah
I been (yeah)
Gang, gang
Bag homie
Gettin´ bank, homie
Stackin´ M´s