[INTRO: Propr Lee]
Miami is on fire
The city is live
Clubs packed
Women walking the streets
Bottles poppin
Money falling from the sky
And these n***as trippin on me
Trippin on
[HOOK: Propr Lee]
Trippin on me, why y'all trippin on me
All this money in the air got b**hes everywhere
But y'all n***as trippin on me
Trippin on
Trippin on me why y'all trippin on me
All this money in the air got b**hes everywhere
But y'all keep trippin on me
Trippin on
Trippin on me y'all keep trippin on me
All this money in the air got b**hes everywhere
But these n***as keep trippin on me
Trippin on
Trippin on me why y'all trippin on me
All this money in the air got b**hes everywhere
But y'all keep trippin on me
Trippin on
[VERSE: 1 Propr Lee]
s**ing my teeth
Haters can s** on my D
I been working every mother f**ing day
Y'all n***as been hating everyday of the week
Leave me alone
Stuck in high speed
I puff until my f**ing eyes bleed
Sirens all in f**ing neighborhood
Boy I swear it ain't good
Where a n***a find sleep
Feel me though
So I hit the club right
And I ain't got to loosen my tie
Walked in that b**h
Like a n***a ran sh**
Cus a n***a ran sh**
I ain't even gonna lie
Got mad b**hes to my left and my right
They all got friends and they all at least nine
They gonna be ten in little more time
With a little more drinks
And a little more lime
Pour it up
Wetting my beak
And she gets wet when I speak
And I ain't got to beat around the bush
While she lick around the gla**
Cus she already know she wanna leave
Propr Lee
But what do I see
Some n***as looking like they want beef
But I dont give a f**
Cause a n***a gonna f**
Why them lames act tough
Go home and beat meat
Sad sh**
[Hook: Propr Lee]
Trippin on me, why y'all trippin on me
All this money in the air got b**hes everywhere
But y'all n***as trippin on me
Trippin on
Trippin on me why y'all trippin on me
All this money in the air got b**hes everywhere
But y'all keep trippin on me
Trippin on
Trippin on me y'all keep trippin on me
All this money in the air got b**hes everywhere
But these n***as keep trippin on me
Trippin on
Trippin on me why y'all trippin on me
All this money in the air got b**hes everywhere
But y'all keep trippin on me
Trippin on
[VERSE 2: Chris the Cooker]
She said I'm way too much to handle
But she quick to blow a n***a like a candle
They trippin on me like I broke the pavement
Like I came up to the table with no reservations
Man f** y'all and y'all damn rules
Might take a flight back to Cancoon
Just to get away from you f** n***as
Might f** around and be lunch n***a
Playing around with that cash rules
I do this sh** cus I plan to
Better pay that man before its past due
My hoes never basic
Flow can't replace it
No time for patience
They mad I'm the boy
That went to becoming the man
And that's how we do it my n***a
Them bottles be popping
Them b**hes be watching me
That sh** is all facade
When they claim that they do this sh**
Don't do it properly
And ain't nobody stopping me
[Hook: Propr Lee]
Trippin on me, why y'all trippin on me
All this money in the air got b**hes everywhere
But y'all n***as trippin on me
Trippin on
Trippin on me why y'all trippin on me
All this money in the air got b**hes everywhere
But y'all keep trippin on me
Trippin on
Trippin on me y'all keep trippin on me
All this money in the air got b**hes everywhere
But these n***as keep trippin on me
Trippin on
Trippin on me why y'all trippin on me
All this money in the air got b**hes everywhere
But y'all keep trippin on me
Trippin on