August 27th Flow lyrics

Play me some pimpin' mane
Yea, Stay Trippy in stores August 27th
f*ck with me, yuh

(*Bang*)
Man f*ck these hate ass n*ggas
I'm a rich ass n*gga still getting richer
Got kush all up in my swisher
A extendo still hang from my pistol
Got Gucci sneakers on my feet
Freaky b*tches all in my suite
Bad b*tch in my hot tub
And bad b*tch in between the sheets
26'ers on my oldschool
Born up and I'm ridin' hot
Runnin' up with the bullsh*t
So machine-a will start a fire
Better know I got that money
Better know I keep that burner
n*ggas tryin' to take my cake
Beat that b*tch n*gga like Ike Turner

b*tch!

Ain't no money coming like your own money
I'm never coming off short
I got that long money
I'm counting up that paper
Before I leave the house
Just got that new Mercedes
That ain't even out yet
Roll up while I'm drivin'
Yea ho I'm just vibing
Big house all pimped out
Back yard look like an island
Boss n*gga I get paid
Bring yo' b*tch out to my place
I'mma f*ck that b*tch today
Tommorow yo' b*tch my maid n*gga
Ye-ye-ye ho, dirty ass n*gga
Tommorow yo' b*tch my maid n*gga
Tommorow yo' b*tch my maid n*gga
I'mma f*ck that b*tch today n*gga
Tommorow yo' b*tch my maid n*gga
(Ye, ye, ye ho, ye ho) (x3)

Still reppin' all n*ggas
August 27th Stay Trippa
August 27th, ya dig!
Stay Trippy, ho ass n*gga

Pimp sh*t getting lots of head
In my drop head
Tell them haters drop dead
I don't f*ck with beef because I got bread
Goons with me not scared
Fill yo' ass up with hot lead
Hit the club with some hoes
Like you ain't just got shot dead
All this money on my rolly, could have bought a Benz
I’mma wake up in the morning, ain’t gon' ball again
And the money’s my alarm clock
And I’m known to carry more guns than a pawn shop, n*gga!

August 27th, Stay Trippy, yea...