Trick’n Off lyrics

[Chorus]
I took my b*tch to Lenox Mall, I call it tricking off
Fifty bricks just crossed the state, I call it getting across
Gucci, Rick Ross on the stage, I call it oh they flossy
And when you put your n*ggas on, I call that being a boss

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Diamond chain round my neck, I call it Bloody Mary
Purple 'Vette parked at the crib, I call it welch's jelly
Blue and white new drop-top Beamer, I call it Papa Smurf
And if you take your n*gga work, call that a lot of nerve
Three thousand, five hundred dollars, call that Louie purse
A penthouse suite for me and her, call that a loss her skirt
n*gga outshine Gucci Mane, I call that boy the first
That black on black, got them on sixes, call that a rolling hearse
Me, Mariah on the screen, I call that feelings hurt
These busters' that be caking b*tches, I call them Captain Kirk
Rick Ross, Gucci, Drumma Boy, I call that going in
So Icey And Maybach Music call that a easy win

[Chorus]
I took my b*tch to Lenox Mall, I call it tricking off
Fifty bricks just crossed the state, I call it getting across
Gucci, Rick Ross on the stage, I call it oh they flossy
And when you put your n*ggas on, I call that being a boss
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Heavy in the game, champagne in my pool
Don Perignon and b*tches in my jacuzzi
Time to act a fool, might be on a bean
Might be Section 8 but I'm riding mighty clean
Worth twenty million but whoever would've thought
Worth twenty million, boy You better be a boss
Walk up in the club, she know what I'm about
She f*cking with a thug so she know that pus*y bought
Knock that pus*y out, knock that pus*y out
She call me Jake The Snake cause I knock that pus*y out
Now it's time to slide, spend a quarter on my ride
Not twenty five, boy I'm on that other side

[Chorus]
I took my b*tch to Lenox Mall, I call it tricking off
Fifty bricks just crossed the state, I call it getting across
Gucci, Rick Ross on the stage, I call it Harley Cross
And when you put your n*ggas on, I call that being a boss

[Verse 3: Young Breed]
I took a b*tch to Bal Harbour, I call it tricking off
Bought myself a hundred choppers', I call it getting off
Took that b*tch to Cal' Mall, I call it getting by
I only spent a couple hundred, she think she getting fly
Supplying all the local traps, I call that running sh*t
It's piled to the roof with stacks, I'm on that gutter sh*t
I'm good in each and every hood, I call that certified
Chevy with the Audi frame, we call that seven-five
Sitting in a Call A Cab but I came in a Rover
Thumb action on the brick, we call it flipping quarters'
Yellow diamonds in the grill, them VVS' flawless
Yeah, I do this sh*t for real, it's Triple C, we balling