D. Ardee - Trip Dubb lyrics

[Intro] Nah yeah, Nah yeah Check, Yah [Hook] Said she want a piece of the bank But that ain't how it go b**h better go and get her own Got some bands waitin' on a n***a Knockin at the door n***aa Ballin' like I got a Trip Dub, n***a Whats up Trip Dub, n***a Whats up Trip Dub, n***a Whats up Trip Dub, n***a Whats up [Verse 1] I done came through with the Curry wrist With the Jumpman but no turbulence Carry more Heat than the furnaces Serving the b**hes so merciless Watching her twerk man she love to wiggle Smacking the a** call it double dribble Keeping you guessing like triple threats You doing too much, do a little less We coming around We double the papers only triple digits I'm snatching the crown We take over towns with little resistance I'm the new God I'll have all yo n***as come switching religions Taking yo b**h, she eating the dick like the sh** is delicious Stat-sheet look like Oscar Scoring like I'm Kobe, only n***a on the roster n***a with no cap, you know how much I am gon' cost ya Do it all alone, I need to make myself an offer Ain't no I in team, But that “I” creates my wealth I think team only stands for Take Everything All Myself b**h want in my pockets, spin move got her dizzy Triple Double, no a**ists like Manute back in my city [Outro] n***a balling like I got a n***a balling like I got a n***a balling like I got a n***a balling like I got a n***a balling like I got a n***a balling like I got a Mad n***as out here fronting like they hot sh** n***a Who hotter than us? Yo Vizzy, JohnGee, D. Ardee, you know what it is n***a ballin like I got a