Still Tippin lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah, uh

[Verse]
Paint dripping off the frame, like candy stripes
As I lay in the lane, slide, Missey Elliot
Can't stand the rain, I much rather be—
Catching some rays outside, sunshine—
On Chevies, b*tch, we comin' down, gettin' money now
Raking it up in piles, each one a hundred' thou'
Clearly they must be clowns, if they don't know by now
We getting paper underground, be surprised–
If you come around, dream cars parked outside my house
Plus a Ferrari that I rarely take out
Actual facts is all that I'm about, smokin' weed–
To the vinyl copy of Reasonable Doubt, on the hottest MC's list
They'll probably leave me out, so what, I'm the highest
And the flyest, with no stylist, just my lighter, and my Nikes
I think she like me, cause she DM'ed to write me
Invited me politely, I smashed, and then I was outie (Life)

[Outro]
(Still still still)
Still, still
(Still) Tippin'
(Louis Vitton belt buckle under my Mitchell & Ness)