[Chorus: Ty Dolla Sign]
You got a nigga, I got a bitch
We trippin on no pressure
I'm out of town, I fly you out
I ain't trippin, no pressure
I work hard, you get your own
You ain't worried, girl, no pressure
[Verse 1: Royce the Choice]
She get here round evening
Good looks, thick waist
Boyfriend doing ten staits
She's got a grandma with a Kim face
Kinda livin in the complex
She look great in that sun-dress
Take them clothes off, no bra
Great body parts, no junkyard car
Thank the lord
Hold her down forever, I see the light, believe
I put it down, believe and chill
These bitches stackin up the Philleep bill
Sex so great, you should fly here
You should fly here anytime, trust that you with it if you with me
At first you was iffy, untill you seen I spend no time with a thot
Take all the problems of the world, and hide them right in your box
[Chorus: Ty Dolla Sign]
You got a nigga, I got a bitch
We trippin on no pressure
I'm out of town, I fly you out
I ain't trippin, no pressure
I work hard, you get your own
You ain't worried, girl, no pressure
[Verse 2: Royce The Choice]
Built the eazil, I just need the painter
You feel me, a thinker with flavor
His bitch home earli on good behavior, find my bad one, made her stay here
She feel me, we dancin and drinkin, we trippin over my third leg
Wake up in some akers
Stare through pationt eyes, stake and frys, lobster on the side
Just don't get your anti side
[Chorus: Ty Dolla Sign]
You got a nigga, I got a bitch
We trippin on no pressure
I'm out of town, I fly you out
I ain't trippin, no pressure
I work hard, you get your own
You ain't worried, girl, no pressure
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