Songtext That's just tips T-Pain

That's just tips

Boop, boop
(Full send, brother)
Bum-ba-da-ba-bum-bum, bum-ba-da-ba-bum-bum
Bum-ba-da-ba-bum-bum, bum-ba-da-ba-bum-bum

I got a stack for the waitress
I got a stack for security
And I got five for the bitch that I'mma fuck while she wearin' my jewelry

And I got a couple hundred dollars for the n**** that park my whip
And I got a lot more in my pocket, somebody better stop it
That ain't shit, that's just tips

That's just tips
That's just tips
And I got a lot more in my pocket, somebody better stop it
That ain't shit, that's just-

Pocket change, tried to take it, let that rocket bang
Clase Azul, we'll stock the plane
Got the strip club lookin’ like the stock exchange

You better watch your tone before that two-tone watch come and rock you homie, you are not the homie
Put a boulder on top of your molar, then drive off
Now that’s what I call a “rock n’ roller”

I am not for folding unless it’s these bills
The code at the gate? It’s a Netflix password, come chill
You ain’t never been in a Wiscansin mansion with a bitch, you ain’t lived
Let me get some understanding, you just in here dancing on broke n****s for real? (What? Ew)

Well let me get it jumping (Shit)
I come from the slum but I’m a Slumdog Millionaire
I’ll show you how to get it bumpin’ (Shit)
You know I’m coming just as long as it ain’t in your hair

We gotta get up in something (Mmm)
Take that as straight facts cuz I ain’t bluffin’ (Mmm)
I got bread, got a pocketful of muffins (Mmm)
I gotta pay you back for your patience, but what if I said-

I got a stack for the waitress
I got a stack for security
And I got five for the bitch that I'mma fuck while she wearin' my jewelry
And I got a couple hundred dollars for the n**** that park my whip
And I got a lot more in my pocket, somebody better stop it
That ain't shit, that's just tips

That's just tips
That's just tips
And I got a lot more in my pocket, somebody better stop it
That ain't shit, that's just-

The tip of the iceberg, legit lit
My bitch whippin’ the Viper, your shit don’t hit
You in the pit with the vipers, you gon’ get bit
Cuz you a clown-ass n**** so you won’t get it (Shiiit)

I got a chain and another chain
Hop out the Lambo and get in another thing
I’m with the famo, ain’t nobody struggling
Them n****s holler "gang," I say "other gang"

You gotta be honest, you know you feelin’ it
So get on your knees and do your due diligence, I’m killing it
Is it me or it is it a fucking feel in this?
The Tallahassee hero on some villain shit

I can’t walk with a million (Uh-huh)
Blue-face hundreds, they cripplin’ (Uh)
I know they don’t like it I’m still gettin’ it (Huh)
Teddy Pain is officially in the bitter bitch (Ungh)
Been with the baddie like a few times
Butter up the booty like a shoe shine
I’m ‘bout to murder this pussy, true crime
One thing ‘bout a shot, I’mma shoot mine

Pull it over, you too fine
Hit it back to back, that’s two times
Open up your mouth, I gotta pay you back for your patience, before I leave-

I got a stack for the waitress
I got a stack for security
And I got five for the bitch that I'mma fuck while she wearin' my jewelry

And I got a couple hundred dollars for the n**** that park my whip
And I got a lot more in my pocket, somebody better stop it
That ain't shit, that's just tips

That's just tips
That's just tips
And I got a lot more in my pocket, somebody better stop it
That ain't shit, that's just-

Here you go, here you go, here you go (Go)
Keep the pussy poppin', I got plenty more (Oh)
Up to the ceiling, down to the floor (Go)
Come on baby, show me what it's hittin' for

Here you go, here you go, here you go (Go)
Keep the pussy poppin', I got plenty more (Oh)
Up to the ceiling, down to the floor (Go)
Come on baby, show me what it's hittin' for