Tippin'

[Chorus] I'm chillin', I'm tippin' I feel like I'm the man shorty Twist it, I feel it Just keep doin' your dance shorty I feel it I-I I feel it, I-I I feel it I-I, yeah I'm chillin', I'm tippin' I feel like I'm the man shorty Twist it, I feel it Just keep doin' your dance shorty I feel it I-I I feel it, I-I I feel it I-I, yeah [Verse 1] Oh girl, I gotta know, the status quo I heard you coming to the party Don't forget to bring the Hennessy I feel your energy, why do you tell me things? That you know that I'm gon' have to get to know you, babe I'm Casanova babe, smooth operator I'm calm and collective, I'm not a hesitater But only time will tell, If I mean you well Alcohol speaks the truth, I guess I'm honest now Let's be honest now There's nothing to lose A little juice before we outta town But at what cost? At what cost? No love lost I need to find out if your all talks For a second yeah, you had me chasing I mean my cup girl, you know I'm playin' Yeah she mossin', she a genie in a bottle Yeah she got em', yeah I know she got em' Yeah I know she… [Chorus] I'm chillin', I'm tippin' I feel like I'm the man shorty Twist it, I feel it Just keep doin' your dance shorty I feel it I-I I feel it, I-I I feel it I-I, yeah I'm chillin', I'm tippin' I feel like I'm the man shorty Twist it, I feel it Just keep doin' your dance shorty I feel it I-I I feel it, I-I I feel it I-I, yeah [Verse 2: Jaiden] In the District where the lights red, boolin' Sippin' Absolute thoughts the same Forcast gloom, Grey Goose sippin' Got all my thoughts purtruding Doing things I ain't used to doing Moving fast, you ain't used to cruisin' I see your drive girl Ride for me girl Relocate at my spot And I bet I make them toes curl I see you added a new addition My candy girl just switched positions What's in them jeans is your Tru Religion That lingerie and my bad intentions Secrets of my whereabouts Conversations I left out what I care about But I'm still here (hair) like Rogain On site with my side chick getting domain Spending doe mang Main clueless like Stacey Dash Till she found out I tell her stay, she dashed Out the door Lit a match Set fire to our amazing past so Now I'm back down that road Bottles, bottles, bottles Bottles, clouds of smoke Till I see that my main chick With my side in her bedroom Tellin' me that there's more room, so [Chorus] I'm chillin', I'm tippin' I feel like I'm the man shorty Twist it, I feel it Just keep doin' your dance shorty I feel it I-I I feel it, I-I I feel it I-I, yeah I'm chillin', I'm tippin' I feel like I'm the man shorty Twist it, I feel it Just keep doin' your dance shorty I feel it I-I I feel it, I-I I feel it I-I, yeah