Lyrics Travis Porter

Travis Porter

I'm A Dog

We got London On Da Track

DJ I'll Will,

More than just your wifey's favorite DJ

He's yours too, admit it

Go ahead

Man I'm in that bit boy chief with no doors

And I'm off in Magic City, fuckin with the hoes

And I got a big thing for that 1-4

And I got yo bitch standing on the aisle 4

I'm from the city of the house, top floor loss

OG joints, with my lawyer playin golf

Ok I took the top off, took them doors off

Yo bitch wanna vibe, make er take a drive south

Ok, double cup syrup, liquor make me hurl

The shit I had her doin, mad I hope that ain't yo girl

Turn 5 in a 20, 20 to a 50

50 to 100, nigga love getting money

20000$ bands, I love getting checks

Long sleeves with the match, do some lawn skin sex

Getting money so easy

Pussy nigga be easy

Got goons on the big boy toys, you know damn right that's squeezy

Man I'm in that bit boy chief with no doors

And I'm off in Magic City, fuckin with the hoes

And I got a big thing for that 1-4

And I got yo bitch standing on the aisle 4

Got mo in this bit, can I get a witness?

A lot of bitches, bad truck lifted

Please don't take it personal, doin strictly business

Fuck them niggas, I hope they get offended

Party on my wrist and that bitch flooded

Man that kiss his girlfriend, now they kissin cousins

Hang around a bunch of bees so my nigga's buzzin

I don't know about yours but my nigga's thuggin

And I'm fresh off the rack

And I smell like a pie, you think I'm fresh off the trap

And my pants cost a rack, man you know you can't afford this shit

20-13, Mr. Porter shit

Man I'm in that bit boy chief with no doors

And I'm off in Magic City, fuckin with the hoes

And I got a big thing for that 1-4

And I got yo bitch standing on the aisle 4

We get that chick and made movies

Might hit and it's up on the tudy, pull a bump a juvi

My bitch bout her money, you see paper on her catscan

Flat black, cool thing, ho I'm Batman

Honey bear, do the math, that's a 100 band

Ho you understand? All we talk is rubber bands

Chico leave in that Jeep with no doors on it

Ya'll niggas TTG, let you hoes on

Gold plaques on my condo wall

Like my nigga Guwap I'm a go my dog

Nigga talkin money, who you got involves with ya'll?

Real street nigga but we live above the law

Man I'm in that bit boy chief with no doors

And I'm off in Magic City, fuckin with the hoes

And I got a big thing for that 1-4

And I got yo bitch standing on the aisle 4