[Lyric] Tell Me Why (Full Trip)

Sheesh
It's Trip

Twano Got The Recipe

Tell me why you always at the bank
But still don't gotta job
Tell me why these lazy niggas hate
And never hustle hard
Tell me why these bitches move so flake
And think that shit ok
Bitch I'm chasing paper
Going major
Hit me any day
Tell me why you always at the bank
But still don't gotta job
Tell me why these lazy niggas hate
And never hustle hard
Tell me why these bitches move so flake
And think that shit ok
Bitch I'm chasing paper
Going major
Hit mе any day
I got plenty flavors
New occasion
Roll another J
Evеry single day I gotta hustle
Ion never play
Really banging zips
Out of a bowl
Tryna get it sold
Use to Rock the Walmart chain
Drape my neck in gold
Fell in love with clarity
Now I got my diamonds fighting
Bad bitch
Good pussy
Swear to god that cat
Be biting
Told em hit my line for buck
And up
Sheesh
Nothing less

Paper money business
Dead them feelings
Give that shit a rest

I been going hard
Can't impress you aye
Never let no broke nigga
Sweat you aye

And I never let a broke bitch
Stress me aye

And I swear that I been better
Since I left you Bae

Focused on this paper
High beam laser
Copped another tec
Really tryna get it out the trenches
Get it off the muscle
Niggas move like bitches
Ian trippin
Grab the Glock and touch him
Rockin foreign fabric
Ain't no pressure
Ion wanna tussle

Tell me why you always at the bank
But still don't gotta job
Tell me why these lazy niggas hate
And never hustle hard
Tell me why these bitches move so flake
And think that shit ok
Bitch I'm chasing paper
Going major
Hit me any day
Tell me why you always at the bank
But still don't gotta job
Tell me why these lazy niggas hate
And never hustle hard
Tell me why these bitches move so flake
And think that shit ok
Bitch I'm chasing paper
Going major
Hit me any day

This nigga hit my line
He got a thousand dollar play
I been trappin all night
I could traffic in the rain
Came up on some Percs
If you don't hustle
You a shame
Had to take a couple L's
It's mandatory to the game
I been sacrificing things
I been stressing bout some blues
Everybody gotta eat
Ian worried bout the rules
Wake up every day
Like what's the play
I'm on the move
I put 2500
In my socks
I'm rockin Loubs

Met the plug at Benihana's
Mix the Gucci with the Prada
Cartiers frames on my face
Buckle Feragammo
Chop a brick
Like Jeffrey Dahmer
Every day juss stack a comma
Stay away from
Hate and drama
Nigga you don't want no problems