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Q Money - Tripp Today Feat Yfn Lucci Lyrics

It's Q Money ain't shit funny, bitch!
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Christian Dior on my feet, shoes five hundred a piece, these bitches ain't cheap
See me in public they try not to speak, these niggas be weak
I'ma wolf and they sheep
Dark tinted windows when I'm about to creep
I'm on my shit I'm not missing a beat
She ain't a hoe but she freaky for me
She freaky for me
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Like Muhammad Ali
Niggas be talking that extra to me
What you spelling to me
I ain't Akeelah the Bee
Still ain't met a nigga fresha than me
Still ain't heard a nigga better than me
She know she ain't gon' find that nigga
That beat that pussy wetter than me
Ooh, redder than me
Ooh, better than me
Ooh, kill it my G
Ooh, niggas ain't better than me
I been a lil scrooge since I hopped out the womb
I hop in my coupe, I pull up just like vroom
Everybody know that boy Q got the juice
She wanna fuck she keep sendin' me nudes
I fucked her face now she got a loose tooth
She got a loose tooth
Bitch I might go pull up to my old school
Just to go stunt on my principal
Ten bands on my physical
You fuck nigga be miserable
Hop out the coupe and I hang out the roof
Middle finger up I ain't fuckin' with you
I get that money then I act a fool
Take $30k and go sit by the pool
I swear this money be changing my mood
All of my bitches be sayin' I'm rude
If you don't listen then you get the boot
Bitch you get the boot
Ooh ooh ooh shoot, you know it's cute
Still ain't met a nigga fresha than me
Still ain't heard a nigga better than me
She know she ain't gon' find that nigga
That beat that pussy wetter than me
Ooh, redder than me
Ooh, better than me
Ooh, kill it my G
Ooh, niggas ain't better than me