Bobby Shmurda — Cartier Lens

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Trippin’, nigga
Trippin’, trippin’, trippin’, trippin’, nigga
Trippin’, nigga
Trippin’, trippin’, trippin’, trippin’
I’ve been trippin’, nigga
Trippin’, nigga
Yeah, yeah, ayy, grr
Trippin’, trippin’, gang, nigga
I’ve been gang, nigga (Gang, gang)
Trippin’, trippin’, changed, nigga
I’ve been changed, nigga
Changed, nigga, to the bank, nigga
Stackin’ bank, nigga
Stackin’ M’s, fuck you think, nigga?
Stackin’ M’s, nigga? (M’s)

Fuck you think? This Bobby B, I’m out 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 (Brrtt)
Jump a fence, nigga (Brrtt)
Buss F&N’s, nigga (Brrtt)
We ain’t from the place where niggas worried ’bout them, nigga (Yuuum)
I shot it at him, homies said I that I was ten niggas (Brrtt)
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 the 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’, nigga (Yeah, go stack a—)
I’ve been trippin’, nigga (Yeah, yeah)
Trippin’, nigga
Yeah, yeah, 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 momma broke, ain’t got no bail, nigga
Auntie on the phone cryin’, «Please, don’t go to jail, nigga»
Lock my baby up, they tryin’ to 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
Tryin’ to reminisce, all my niggas that ain’t here, nigga

Yeah
I’ve been trippin’, homie
Yeah, yeah
I’ve been, yeah, yeah
Gang, gang, nigga
I’ve been changed, homie
Gettin’ bank, homie
Keep a bag, I’ve been stackin’ M’s