She's a Trip

[Intro: Ludacris] Oh you talkin bout Ol’ girl from up the street right? Yeah nigga I did, I heard about that bitch man She a trip, I be like [Verse 1: Ludacris] I be like damn she got a way about her And everybody always got something to say about her She so fine, she so classy, but that bitch mean Everybody wanna throw a little dirt up on her, but that bitch clean Quit hatin’ on her, recognize her from a mile away When she be walkin’ man it be hard to find the words to say When she be talkin’ disrespect it pay no nevermind She just grill em' dressing up she known to take her time Then go a kill him, go hit the club and make these bitches sweat Not even trying, turning heads just off a silohutte And I ain't lying somebody taught her well She never slip and I think she’s out here casting spells I’m trying to tell ya [Hook: Mac Miller] She a trip (trip, trip, trip) She a trip (trip, trip, trip) That bitch a trip (trip, trip, trip) That girl a trip (trip, trip, trip) [Bridge: Mac Miller] Yeah girl, all I get is pussy stay wet Fuckin’ keep her in check Money have her impressed, she wanna ride on your jet She a trip She wanna ride on your jet She a trip [Verse 2: Ludacris] Now matter what she always on her grind She seems just to know what to do to stay on my mind She send me pics of her naked posin’ like in a magazine I wanna hit like a drum whenever she go and shake it like a tamborine Yeah that percussion and always got the latest bags Her shoe game stupid and she never fights and never nags She’ll keep it movin’ got no time for games, lames, false claims Callin’ out names, Dames, all on the same thang mayne End of discussion, what you thought she’ll throw you for a loop Know what's expected? you might even let her drive your coupe She’ll never wreck it, she respect the finer thangs, diamond rangs, diamond chains Down to carry Vera Wang get a grip She a motherfuckin trip [Hook] [Bridge] [Verse 3: Ludacris] That bitch a trip if I ain't never seen it I get up in the guts, she be tellin’ me to beat it like I fuckin’ mean it I can't believe it, got a nigga thinkin’ maybe I’da met my match So I put her in a track, and yes in fact you’ll catch me spendin’ stacks All up in Saks and I ain't never been one to trick Like what am I doin? but it's something ’bout the way she ride that dick My mind is ruin and she using it to her advantage She love that I’m grown but I think she got some other victims I’m not alone, who thought this bad bitch was out here pimpin Catch a nigga slippin’, rippin tags off the latest clothes and bags She so bad that she can't go nowhere without a bunch of niggas Trying to holler but she all bout that body dollar [Hook] [Bridge]