Don't Trip Lightwork - Manolo Rose, Problem, Stoney Tha Dealer

Let me talk my shit

my back as I park my whip

Yeah ho, please get a grip

It’s money on the phone, please don’t trip

Yeah ho, she begging me to take her

Her man came with a cape, he’ll save her

And ratting on me to my bitch, that ain’t

She want to ride with a boss cause my money major

I came up, I’m tryna stay up

I done came a long way from driving a pace up

I’m sitting courtside with Jag just watching the Lakers

Catching highlight after highlight

I need two bad bitches to get my mind right

Where the freaks in this bitch?

Type of freak to suck the dick while you’re sleeping and shit

Bitch I’m grown up, they call me sho nuf

When you talk big money, it’s like a foreign language

Get with me bitch

They don’t want it like arrows, good in every barrel

All about dinero, pull cards no Taro

Live like a pharaoh, still give you the fair one

The future, but still classic as an air one

Nike, your wifey wanna write to me

Talk tough, you better tread lightly

My power high as a tower, feeling Eiffel-ly

You lames left, now it’s feeling right to me

The plug hitting my back phone

This that shit for the real niggas to latch on

The drought’s over, where’s your paper at, we back on

Knuckle up, it’s time to triple up, have a backbone nigga

Please, please, please don’t trip

Please, please, please don’t trip

One time, got the hood in a vice grip

So I ain’t trapped nothing today, I took the night shift

That’s right, come and get your fix from ten to six

Eating courtesy of your favorite bitch

Dealer, let me talk my shit

Pull a lighter out then spark my spliff

Pardon my back for I squeeze my clip

Weapons cost too much, I can’t afford to miss

Yeah ho, please don’t trip

Yeah ho, please don’t trip

You see it

They know what it was and what it wasn’t here before

Alright, play this first one back