MRC - TIPPY TOES lyrics
[MRC - TIPPY TOES lyrics]
Yeah don’t know what tomorrow holds
But, I pray a pot of gold
Dancing on her tippy toes
Bust it down no she don’t need no pole
There’s something bout you that
Is not pretentious ting on the low side
Ain’t nothing like you that I’ve met since
Feel like I know your true side
In a trans when we lock eyes
In a mess when I’m locked in and bust twice
You something like a goddess from old times
There’s not a type of nigga
Matching all my figures baby
Fucc what they all say
You can get it in your own way
Spend a hunnid K in broad day
Don’t even check what the price be
Tag looking like it’s L-V
Dependent on no one, self made
I know what I’m sure off, baby
I like when you talk Boss, lately
Don’t know what tomorrow holds
But, I pray a pot of gold
Dancing on her tippy toes
Bust it down no she don’t need no pole
Do what you got to do, go ahead go flex on em
Platter for the night for two
Go on and cover Cheques for em
Lot of em don’t meet your standard
Go and Embarrass them
Pull up to scene spotless
Rev out the Benz for them
Crib too plush, I know that
Mirror gone break when you stare at
Nails on fleek and you scratch my back
Skin like gold you, you don’t need no tan
Eyes like owl you don’t need no lens
Always knew what amount you gon bag
Always knew what amount you gon bag
Don’t know what tomorrow holds
But, I pray a pot of gold
Dancing on her tippy toes
Bust it down no she don’t need no pole
But, I pray a pot of gold
Dancing on her tippy toes
Bust it down no she don’t need no pole
There’s something bout you that
Is not pretentious ting on the low side
Ain’t nothing like you that I’ve met since
Feel like I know your true side
In a trans when we lock eyes
In a mess when I’m locked in and bust twice
You something like a goddess from old times
There’s not a type of nigga
Matching all my figures baby
Fucc what they all say
You can get it in your own way
Spend a hunnid K in broad day
Don’t even check what the price be
Tag looking like it’s L-V
Dependent on no one, self made
I know what I’m sure off, baby
I like when you talk Boss, lately
Don’t know what tomorrow holds
But, I pray a pot of gold
Dancing on her tippy toes
Bust it down no she don’t need no pole
Do what you got to do, go ahead go flex on em
Platter for the night for two
Go on and cover Cheques for em
Lot of em don’t meet your standard
Go and Embarrass them
Pull up to scene spotless
Rev out the Benz for them
Crib too plush, I know that
Mirror gone break when you stare at
Nails on fleek and you scratch my back
Skin like gold you, you don’t need no tan
Eyes like owl you don’t need no lens
Always knew what amount you gon bag
Always knew what amount you gon bag
Don’t know what tomorrow holds
But, I pray a pot of gold
Dancing on her tippy toes
Bust it down no she don’t need no pole