Still Tippin

I love the money like I love strippers
I said «if it don’t make no money I ain’t fucking with it»
I told you «you could have it all, you just gotta' work»
Perfect yo' craft, get off yo' ass, just show em' what you worth
Before you tell a lie you better look me in my eyes
If you fake just tell me now so when it hit won’t be surprised
I’m addicted to the money, I wake up my fingers itching
My wrist 360 but we still 4 tippin'
What, yeah, still in here trippin'
Yeah I still got them digits
I might catch this nigga slippin'
Too many hoes like I’m pimpin'
What, what, what
Hope your bitch don’t fuck around catch you slippin'
Boy you never left the city
pack then get up with it
That’s what your man’s said?
Nah can’t even go for it
You wanna' piss off but you had no choice
Say you smokin' loud, it don’t make phewwww