Tips lyrics

[Intro]
Prolly gonna punch–
Hey, baby ([?], drop the beat)
Hey, baby, how you doin', baby? (Justize)
It ain't nothin' to a motherf*ckin' G, baby

[Chorus]
Yeah, you gon' pay for these b*tches (For these b*tches)
Yeah, you gon' pay for these b*tches

[Verse]
Yeah, you gon' pay for these b*tches
You gon' go insane for these b*tches, yeah
You gon' change for these b*tches
You gon' go through pain for these b*tches, yeah
You stayin' up late, you got too much on your mind, thinkin' everything fine
But she at the club in the line, drinks with the lime, usin' dollars for a dime
I spent too much time and effort gettin' money and success
I don't give a b*tch a lecture, you know you f*ckin' with the best
Lost my heart to the game, now there's nothin' in my chest
This some b*tch, I'm goin' crazy
Doin' drugs, I'm under stress, God
I sold my soul, made a motherf*ckin' fortune from it
But I'm addicted to endorphins, and this sh*t about to burst
I'm in the clouds, and the storm is comin'
b*tch, I'm one in a million
Payin' people now that we in the motherf*ckin' buildin'
How you doin'? How you feelin'?
I've been movin', I've been chillin'
I've been livin', my G, and I don't sh*t where I eat, no
So, I'm good with the friends that I got
And I'm good with all the sh*t that I bought
b*tches cheap, it don't ever get caught
'Cause when I'm out in public, see the b*tches, they flock to me (They flock to me)
Oh, you got a ass? Make it talk to me
I could show you all the world, you don't want a problem, girl
Cut the bullsh*t and be honest with me
Yeah, I ain't perfect, but I'm motherf*ckin' worth it
Yeah, I ain't perfect, but I'm motherf*ckin' worth it
[Chorus]
You gon' pay for these b*tches (These b*tches, these b*tches)
Yeah, you gon' pay for these b*tches (For these b*tches, for these b*tches)
You gon' pay for these b*tches (For these b*tches, for these b*tches)
Trust me, you gon' pay for these b*tches
Woo