Trxmp - Bottom Line lyrics

[Intro}​ [Verse 1: Trxmp] Be who you be Love what you love Eat what you eat f** who you f** Roll up with poise knowing I will not point Hol' up that joint making hell of a noise Folks stare and judge What they can't understand From observations to constant hatin This stuff advanced Bands off in that dufflebag Pants off, what a luscious a** Yo boyfriend must be sad 'Ol boy he sank I swam His cape a rag, my chain a stack, I ain't into savin hoes I pull up in that make em mad, I'm playing out the stereo [Hook: Trxmp] You ain't getting no money You ain't getting no money You ain't getting no money You ain't getting no money She said Trump you on my mind, bottom line I said only bottom line, them dollar signs [Verse 2: Trxmp] The liqour, the d** Ain't givin' em up My liver, my lungs They livin' like thugs Sip till I slump, if it isn't enough Hit up the plug, twist and I puff Casual convo, while we chug out the bottle Dabs and bong tokes, I'll be gone till tomorrow I don't want to hear sh**, not a word Got a lot to deal with and a lot to learn Got a pot to piss in, and a pot to stir They cookin' n***as who stop to serve She say he awesome but, act like an officer He thought he cuffed, just the thought absurd [Hook] [Verse 3: Trxmp] Don't cost to think Y'all all asleep Active pulse, unconscious beings I ma**acre and slaughter sheep Mentally y'all not complete Just vegetables, no broccoli Shaggie Rogers dog to me Scooby Doo to Socrates Move your boots and stomp your feet Baby this the west coast This where the best roam You want to check Rome? f** that, give me neck, throat Let's get throwed, let's get gone Let's get goin' But don't expect a cent the next morn' [Hook]