404 I ain't trippin' where you at
I got gas you can meet my ass out back
I got money stackin tall
Were you
Where you really wanna
What you think you finna?
What you really wanna do?
Stiff arm a hoe
My Jerome Bettis flow
Runnin nice nice nice
I'm MVP every league
A nigga gonna have to overthink it twice
Run it back like a heisman
All pro all American
Working late nights like I'm a letterman
Rushing highs and lows, you just a better fan
Feet on yo couch
Yeah I'm kicking it back
F*ck how you feel
I ain't whispering that
These Niggas uptight
I ain't slickin no slack
Niggas want beef but I'm only a snack
She wanna text but I never text back
Her nigga mad but he don't know who at
Caller I.D. yeah I don't know her name
Voicemail said Princess so i guess thats her name
Repunzel gon tug on them things
No cap, all brain
Tip-Top all King
All hail this mane
Man gon insane
Cut throat yes mane
Sweeney Todd flow gang
404 I ain't trippin' where you at
I got gas you can meet my ass out back
I got money stackin tall
Were you
Where you really wanna?
What you think you finna?
What you really wanna do?
Step up in the game wearing Coach
Gotta run shit, I'm the coach
Hail Mary, yeah, till ya man score
Only punch lines, never tell a...
They gonna hate you even when you broke
They gonna lie even when you on
Gotta get to this money on my own
Gotta work this hustle to the bone
I need my own dough, yeah
Without it
I don't know if I'd live without it
I need more and more, yeah
Without it
I don't know if I'd live without it
404 I ain't trippin' where you at
I got gas you can meet my ass out back
I got money stackin tall
Were you
Where you really wanna
What you think you finna?
What you really wanna do?
Red light
Green light
Gas up yeah we might
Plug left
We right
Pull up on the other side
Inside, outside
Loud as the outside
Smooth on the inside
Cause I be that nigga
Hair lit, fresh fit
You may wanna check this
Don't need a necklace to know that I got gold
People always talkin
Man I know that shit get old
Too smooth
Ice smooth
Better know a mans been cold
404 I ain't trippin' where you at
I got gas you can meet my ass out back
I got money stackin tall
Were you
Where you really wanna
What you think you finna?
What you really wanna do?
Do it, do it
Do it, do it
Do it, do it
Do it, do it
Uh aye
Tell em again
Tell em again
Tell em again
Check me out
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404 I ain't trippin' where you at
I got gas you can meet my ass out back
I got money stackin tall
Were you
Where you really wanna
What you think you finna?
What you really wanna do?
Stiff arm a hoe
My Jerome Bettis flow
Runnin nice nice nice
I'm MVP every league
A nigga gonna have to overthink it twice
Run it back like a heisman
All pro all American
Working late nights like I'm a letterman
Rushing highs and lows, you just a better fan
Feet on yo couch
Yeah I'm kicking it back
F*ck how you feel
I ain't whispering that
These Niggas uptight
I ain't slickin no slack
Niggas want beef but I'm only a snack
She wanna text but I never text back
Her nigga mad but he don't know who at
Caller I.D. yeah I don't know her name
Voicemail said Princess so i guess thats her name
Repunzel gon tug on them things
No cap, all brain
Tip-Top all King
All hail this mane
Man gon insane
Cut throat yes mane
Sweeney Todd flow gang
404 I ain't trippin' where you at
I got gas you can meet my ass out back
I got money stackin tall
Were you
Where you really wanna?
What you think you finna?
What you really wanna do?
Step up in the game wearing Coach
Gotta run shit, I'm the coach
Hail Mary, yeah, till ya man score
Only punch lines, never tell a...
They gonna hate you even when you broke
They gonna lie even when you on
Gotta get to this money on my own
Gotta work this hustle to the bone
I need my own dough, yeah
Without it
I don't know if I'd live without it
I need more and more, yeah
Without it
I don't know if I'd live without it
404 I ain't trippin' where you at
I got gas you can meet my ass out back
I got money stackin tall
Were you
Where you really wanna
What you think you finna?
What you really wanna do?
Red light
Green light
Gas up yeah we might
Plug left
We right
Pull up on the other side
Inside, outside
Loud as the outside
Smooth on the inside
Cause I be that nigga
Hair lit, fresh fit
You may wanna check this
Don't need a necklace to know that I got gold
People always talkin
Man I know that shit get old
Too smooth
Ice smooth
Better know a mans been cold
404 I ain't trippin' where you at
I got gas you can meet my ass out back
I got money stackin tall
Were you
Where you really wanna
What you think you finna?
What you really wanna do?
Do it, do it
Do it, do it
Do it, do it
Do it, do it
Uh aye
Tell em again
Tell em again
Tell em again
Check me out
I got gas you can meet my ass out back
I got money stackin tall
Were you
Where you really wanna
What you think you finna?
What you really wanna do?
Stiff arm a hoe
My Jerome Bettis flow
Runnin nice nice nice
I'm MVP every league
A nigga gonna have to overthink it twice
Run it back like a heisman
All pro all American
Working late nights like I'm a letterman
Rushing highs and lows, you just a better fan
Feet on yo couch
Yeah I'm kicking it back
F*ck how you feel
I ain't whispering that
These Niggas uptight
I ain't slickin no slack
Niggas want beef but I'm only a snack
She wanna text but I never text back
Her nigga mad but he don't know who at
Caller I.D. yeah I don't know her name
Voicemail said Princess so i guess thats her name
Repunzel gon tug on them things
No cap, all brain
Tip-Top all King
All hail this mane
Man gon insane
Cut throat yes mane
Sweeney Todd flow gang
404 I ain't trippin' where you at
I got gas you can meet my ass out back
I got money stackin tall
Were you
Where you really wanna?
What you think you finna?
What you really wanna do?
Step up in the game wearing Coach
Gotta run shit, I'm the coach
Hail Mary, yeah, till ya man score
Only punch lines, never tell a...
They gonna hate you even when you broke
They gonna lie even when you on
Gotta get to this money on my own
Gotta work this hustle to the bone
I need my own dough, yeah
Without it
I don't know if I'd live without it
I need more and more, yeah
Without it
I don't know if I'd live without it
404 I ain't trippin' where you at
I got gas you can meet my ass out back
I got money stackin tall
Were you
Where you really wanna
What you think you finna?
What you really wanna do?
Red light
Green light
Gas up yeah we might
Plug left
We right
Pull up on the other side
Inside, outside
Loud as the outside
Smooth on the inside
Cause I be that nigga
Hair lit, fresh fit
You may wanna check this
Don't need a necklace to know that I got gold
People always talkin
Man I know that shit get old
Too smooth
Ice smooth
Better know a mans been cold
404 I ain't trippin' where you at
I got gas you can meet my ass out back
I got money stackin tall
Were you
Where you really wanna
What you think you finna?
What you really wanna do?
Do it, do it
Do it, do it
Do it, do it
Do it, do it
Uh aye
Tell em again
Tell em again
Tell em again
Check me out
Writer: Dexter Brandon
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid