Lyrics Travis Porter

Travis Porter

Lean I Sip

Okay lean I sip, kush I blow

Big bank roll, throwin tips on you hoes

Up in Philly, spend a grill on some clothes

Pourin zips, pourin zips, rollin dro

Walk in scramples, throw some tips on you hoes

Get feelings with a grip and buy the store

Red Versace like red fox

I know so ya'll niggas ain't fuckin with headshots

Have a boy wearin Reeboks

Posted up, I'm cleanin it – free spot

Yea, every day I got a cash night

I told myself I want that whip, I went and cashed that

Iced out my repeater, your beat we blowin get now

My friend asked for a molly, now she want a half 9

Smash 15 minutes, can't lay with us

By the hours on my hip don't play with us

Rich nigga stand his head, yea ho I got it

How the fuck you put 40000 in one pocket

Rogue band and up, do it like this

A part but wise ass with my white bitch

Ride in the Camaro in the city where the bitches know me

Looked over there, Estrada told em that the 40 on me

Look back at me said cool 'cus it's bout 40 on me

Know we talkin racks 'cus I know the homie

223 and 15 since the world end

And half a bag of weed, promethazine

Why the world spendin?

Big belly bees robbin jeans got your girl digging

Cash talk, big boss shit, make yo girl listen

Geek'd off purchases, the invest that I ain't purchased yet

All I wanna say - these hoes ain't really worth the check

I can't even flip 'cus all I really got was neck

I knobbed that on er neck and then she hit me with the licks

Okay lean I sip, kush I blow

Big bank roll, throwin tips on you hoes

Up in Philly, spend a grill on some clothes

Pourin zips, pourin zips, rollin dro

Man my pockets all so cashy, man I think that's why I'm laughin

Get my house so fuckin nappy, I don't kill cause I got cashy

All my bank accounts are sloppy and my pockets on full

Rack it up in rubber bands like I do sellin drugs

Bitches say I'm flashy, say I'm handsome so she flash me

I'm so classy but I'm actually how I do it? Bitch don't aks me

How much the pussy, you gon text me? No, she gon do it for free

She gon bust it open for jew, she gon bust it open for 3

Look, sippin on the brusky and I'm rubbin on her coochy

Only money can seduce me,

How much I'm makin? Bitch I'm Gucci

How bout you hop in my Jacuzzi and let all my niggas hit it?

You need molly, you need lean, shit whatever you can get it

Okay lean I sip, kush I blow

Big bank roll, throwin tips on you hoes

Up in Philly, spend a grill on some clothes

Pourin zips, pourin zips, rollin dro

I'm shittin on you haters and you fake hoes

I'm fresher than you niggas in my play clothes

And what I'm bout to say you'd probably call me mean

I'm bout to slap this bitch if she spill my lean

Oh shit, I'm bout to spill the beans

All them niggas left behind going against the team

PHM, I know you niggas hate them

Don't forget that G-Unit, better G on it, that she want it

Coupe ain't got no sleeves on it

I hop in it, I fly away

Feels like I'm on the highway and I ain't even left my driveway

Damn dog I'm trippin, like 2 Chainz I'm different

Bitch say she wanna come and taste what I'm sippin

Big house strong, shit that thang we got them Benzes

Spot get hot, I guess we servin out the 12 then

Blunt so big, I swear like my arm

I put fendy all on my Scully

I put Fendy all on my scarf

Bitch you know we got them bands

Bitch you know we havin our way

Bitch you know I ain't got no worries

You can see it all on my face

We all act like we dumb, but my niggas be on point

I put weed all in my swishas, I put weed all in my joints

My lil homie's got them drums,

We fuck all niggas for fun

I call any ho on my phone

Make er do anything I want uh

When I got there, man something money fall

Weird magic make this money do some some assaults

Okay lean I sip, kush I blow

Big bank roll, throwin tips on you hoes

Up in Philly, spend a grill on some clothes

Pourin zips, pourin zips, rollin dro