30 Roc - I'm Tellin Ya lyrics

[Verse 1: Skippa Da Flippa] I told her The dick wake you up just like Folgers I like my hoes a little bit older And she got nasty when her friend came over Hold on, you know I'm a beast Jewelry selection, got piece after piece Pay double rent just to break out the lease OG gave me way more game than I could teach You shop at Ross, I'm not talking Diana Every day christmas, I been had met Santa Prices was off when I moved to Atlanta Want two in Givenchy, the vert Tropicana Getting money is addicting Rocket in my pocket even when a n***a sitting I'm Babe Ruth, chopper like I play nine innings These b**hes ain't loyal, they all need some fixing I'ma tell you ‘bout the North I'ma tell you ‘bout my loss Every real n***a done took a loss Top floor but I won't tell the cops Young rich n***a in the young rich nation Flippa will flip sh**, no hesitation Tonight me and you is the situation My time is gon' come, I'm just being patient [Hook: Skippa Da Flippa] I'm tellin' ya I done smoked too many bags of cookie I'm tellin' ya If your club dabbing, tell promoters book me I'm tellin' ya I'm a smooth k**er but don't push me I'm tellin' ya Freshman of the year but I'm no rookie I'm tellin' ya Have you ever counted 100 grand? I'm tellin' ya Used to see me dab on demand I'm tellin' ya The paper should take over all your plans I'm tellin' ya Rich n***as own they own land [Verse 2: Offset & Quavo] Offset ! I'm tellin' ya That cash that you talkin' irrelevant That cookie you sellin', ain't smelling it I'm tellin' ya (Quavo) I hit the plug for the medicine Shoot a n***a, dead reckoning Birds flying like a pelican We finesse a n***a, doing excellent I'm serving the birds and givin' ‘em dressin-ing Boy take that sh** over there, I'm tellin' ya Cause we don't shoot in the air, I'm tellin' ya Little bitty b**h want to snap We taking her phone ‘cause she usin' every app I'm tellin' ya 500 thousand on craps Watch where you sit, it's a stick in that couch I'm tellin' ya We brought the dab to the trap You think that I'm lying Had 200 thousand, f** rap I had a 44, tiptoe through your bando Give n***as the flow that they didn't even ask for You talk to the feds, boy you know that's a no-no They knock on my door, I don't open if I don't know Razzle dazzle, took your hoe out the shackles If you want the dab, here go you a raffle You runnin' off with it, the chopper gon' tackle Performing west [?] like a Green Bay Packer [Hook: Skippa Da Flippa] I'm tellin' ya I done smoked too many bags of cookie I'm tellin' ya If your club dabbing, tell promoters book me I'm tellin' ya I'm a smooth k**er but don't push me I'm tellin' ya Freshman of the year but I'm no rookie I'm tellin' ya Have you ever counted 100 grand? I'm tellin' ya Used to see me dab on demand I'm tellin' ya The paper should take over all your plans I'm tellin' ya Rich n***as own they own land