Travis Porter, Trey Trey , Jose Guapo - Lean I Sip lyrics

Okay lean I sip, kush I blow
Big bank roll, throwin' tips on you hoes
Up in Philly, spend a grill on some clothes
Pourin zips, pourin zips, rollin dro

Walk in scramples
Throw some tips on you hoes
Get feelings with a grip and buy the store
Red Versace like red fox
I know some young niggas
Aiming for some headshots
Have a boy wearin Reeboks
Posted up, I’m cleanin it – three spot
Yea, every day I got a cash knot
I told myself I want that whip
I went and cashed that iced out my repeater
Your beat we blowin get now
My friend asked for a molly
Now she want a half 9
Smash 15 minutes, can’t lay with us
By the hours on my hip don’t play with us
Rich nigga status hell yeah, ho I got it
How the fuck you put 40000 in one pocket
Rogue band and up, do it like this
A part but wise ass with my white bitch

Ride in the Camaro in the city
Where the bitches know me looked over there
Estrada told em that the 40 on me
Look back at me said cool ‘cus
It’s bout 40 on me
Know we talkin racks ‘cus I know the homie
223 and 15 since the world ending
And half a bag of weed, promethazine
Why the world spendin?
Big belly bees robbin jeans
Got your girl digging
Cash talk, big boss shit, make yo girl listen

Geek’d off purchases
The invest that I ain’t purchased yet
All I wanna say – these hoes
Ain’t really worth the check
I can’t even flip ‘cus all
I really got was neck
I knobbed that on er neck and then
She hit me with the licks

Okay lean I sip, kush I blow
Big bank roll, throwin tips on you hoes
Up in Philly, spend a grill on some clothes
Pourin zips, pourin zips, rollin dro

Man my pockets all so cashy
Man I think that’s why I’m laughin
Get my hiar so fuckin nappy
I don’t care cause I got cashy
All my bank accounts are sloppy
And my pockets on full
Rack it up in rubber bands
Like I do sellin drugs
Bitches say I’m flashy
Say I’m handsome so she flash me
I’m so classy but I’m actually how
I do it? Bitch don’t asks me
How much the pussy, you gon text me? No
She gon do it for free
She gon bust it open for jew
She gon bust it open for 3
Look, sippin on the brusky and
I’m rubbin on her coochy
Only money can seduce me
How much I’m makin? Bitch I’m Gucci
How bout you hop in my Jacuzzi and
Let all my niggas hit it?
You need molly, you need lean
Shit whatever you can get it

Okay lean I sip, kush I blow
Big bank roll, throwin tips on you hoes
Up in Philly, spend a grill on some clothes
Pourin zips, pourin zips, rollin dro

I’m shittin on you haters and you fake hoes
I’m fresher than you niggas
In my play clothes and what I’m bout to say
You’d probably call me mean
I’m bout to slap this bitch
If she spill my lean
Oh shit, I’m bout to spill the beans
All them niggas left behind
Going against the team
PHM, I know you niggas hate them
Don’t forget that G-Unit, better G on it
That she want it
Coupe ain’t got no sleeves on it
I hop in it, I fly away
Feels like I’m on the highway and
I ain’t even left my driveway
Damn dog I’m trippin
Like 2 Chainz I’m different
Bitch say she wanna come and
Taste what I’m sippin

Big house strong
Shit that thang we got them Benzes
Spot get hot
I guess we servin out the 12 then
Blunt so big, I swear like my arm
I put fendy all on my Scully
I put Fendy all on my scarf
Bitch you know we got them bands
Bitch you know we havin our way
Bitch you know I ain’t got no worries
You can see it all on my face
We all act like we dumb
But my niggas be on point
I put weed all in my swishas
I put weed all in my joints
My lil homie’s got them drums
We fuck all niggas for fun
I call any ho on my phone
Make er do anything I want uh
When I got there, man something money fall
Weird magic make this money
Do some some assaults

Okay lean I sip, kush I blow
Big bank roll, throwin tips on you hoes
Up in Philly, spend a grill on some clothes
Pourin zips, pourin zips, rollin dro