Tip Jar - World's Fair

One got a nice rack

One got a bubble butt

Only one Metro card

Show you how they double up

Shake her double Ds, but her friend kinda flat

She can make that ass clap

Two broke girls in the city

With a?

pass

Speaking out the tray

Show me where the fun at

Playin' hard to get

Cause they been did done that

At the open bar

Show me where the fun’s at

Who got a dollar

Who, who got a dollar

Who got a dollar

Who, who got a dollar for the tip jar

Dominican physique, like Raffaelo Ts

Mama turnin' 23 by the end of the week

But she’s really 17

You’d better keep it discrete

Band around her head matches the Toms on her feet

How she tryin' to ride clean with a Metro card, great

Hair gelled down and her ringtone, The-Dream

Fuck with bitches in class

I fuck with bitches with class

Dollars, BBQ, she ask

You got cash

Now that?

She tried to pay the cab with a gift card

It bounced back, I got that

That sounds a bit odd

God damn, my date is runnin' late

She text me 'round six

It’s now 8:28

I swear, at 8:30, I’ll dip

Fuck how this girl feel

I ain’t tryin' to be the motherfucking third wheel

Chill

Man, these chicks runnin' games true

And I ain’t got a dollar for they motherfucking train home

Hit Jerome’s, and I ran into some broke hoes

ASking me for weed

Shorty, that’s a no-no

Drunk hoes, bitches hailin' from the suburbs

Tryin' to hang around a nigga

Prayin' for some free herb

They need to be around the green

Lookin' like a crouton

It’s funny how you the first victim

That they can mooch on

At the bar, drinkin' a Stella

They get their groove on

Cool, calm, collected

But the pussy is lukewarm

Professionals, they been doin' this for too long

Shorty tryin' to flex like I don’t know the tricks

Drinkin' from my cup

Tryin' to take big sips

Walkin' 'round the bar

Lookin' for a bogie

Tryin' to catch a ride home

Actin' like she know me

Hey ma, what’s up

I’m broke, me too

Oh well, I’m dippin' on a cab tonight

Haha, broke ass