T-Pain – That’s Just Tips Mp3 Download & Lyrics. He was born on 30 September 1984 in Tallahassee, Florida, United States.
Faheem Rashad Najm, better known by his stage name T-Pain, is an American singer, songwriter, and record producer.
He is known for popularizing creative use of the Auto-Tune pitch correction effect, used with extreme parameter settings to create distinctive vocal sounds.
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T-Pain – That’s Just Tips Lyrics;
(Boop boop)
(Full send brother)
(Uh uh)
(Bump baddum bum)
(Bump baddum bum)
(Bump baddum bum)
(Bump baddum bum)
(Uh)
I got a stack for the waitress
I got a stack for security
And I got five other bitches I’mma fuck while she wearing my jewelry
And I got a couple hundred dollars for the nigga that park my whip (park my whip)
And I got a lot more in my pocket
Somebody better stop it
(Psh)
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
(Psh)
That ain’t shit
That’s just –
Pocket change
Try to take it let that rocket bang
Clase Azul stock the plane
Got the strip club lookin like the stock exchange
Better watch the tone
Before the two-tone watch come and rock ya 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-rolla
I am not for foldin’ unless it’s these bills
The code to the gate is the Netflix password
Come chill
You ain’t never been to no Wiscansin mansion with a bitch
You ain’t lived
Let me get some understanding
You just in here dancin on broke niggas for real?
What? Ew…
Well let me get it jumpin’ (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 comin’
Just as long as it ain’t in your hair
Gotta give a bitch something
Take that as straight facts I ain’t bluffin’
I got bread
Got a pocket full of muffins
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 other bitches I’mma fuck while she wearing my jewelry
And I got a couple hundred dollars for the nigga that park my whip (park my whip)
And I got a lot more in my pocket
Somebody better stop it
(Psh)
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
(Psh)
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’re in the pit with the vipers
You gon’ get bit
Cause you a clown ass nigga
So you won’t get shit
I got a chain and another chain
I bought the Lambo and gettin’ another thing
I with the fammo where ain’t nobody strugglin’
Them niggas all a gang
That’s they other gang (uh)
You gotta be honest
You know ya feelin’ it
So get on your knees and do your due diligence
I’m killin’ it
Is it me or is it the fuckin’ pill in this?
The Tallahassee hero on some villain shit (uh)
I can’t walk with a million (uh uh)
Blue face, hunnid stay cripplin’ (uh)
I know they don’t like it, I’m still gettin’ it (uh)
Teddy Pain’s officially in the buildin’ bitch
Been with a baddie like a two-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 up and 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 other bitches I’mma fuck while she wearing my jewelry
And I got a couple hundred dollars for the nigga that park my whip (park my whip)
And I got a lot more in my pocket
Somebody better stop it
(Psh)
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
(Psh)
That ain’t shit
That’s just –
Oh!
Here ya go
Here ya go
Here ya go
Go!
Keep the pussy poppin’
I got plenty mo’
‘Mo!
Up to the ceiling, down to the flo’
Flo’!
Come on baby show me what it’s hittin’ fo’
Oh!
Here ya go
Here ya go
Here ya go
Go!
Keep the pussy poppin’
I got plenty mo’
‘Mo!
Up to the ceiling, down to the flo’
Flo’!
Come on baby show me what it’s hittin’ fo’
….THE END