Brain $torm

**Feel free to correct mistakes** [Hook: Travi$ Scott] Brain storm, pick it up, oh Hit up the mall, cop it all, oh oh, oh oh Good go, sip it up slow Good go, sip it up (Travis & Jason music) Good go, sip it up slow Turn up the radio, and off you go (oh-oh, oh oh) Uh, yeah [Verse 1: Travi$ Scott] I swear this shit kinda fit funny Finally getting laid and they went off and told on me This stripper getting paid, getting rich is for broke dummies Is she a snow buddy, let's yo money, (hmmm) Here we go again, two more girls turn to four lesbiens On the couch sexing em, sexing em, dawg They look chewie Great But who gon if the bitch got a fake I'm getting extra layed, you getting extra layed off! (Diamonds) Then I'm gone, cause.. [Hook: Travi$ Scott] Brain storm, pick it up, oh Hit up the mall, cop it all, oh oh, oh oh Good go, sip it up slow Turn up the radio, and off you go (oh-oh, oh-oh) [Verse 2: Jason Eric] Stadium's packed, look who just blew in Coming off the rebound like Patrick Ewing Getting poe'd up with olders in Houston Back when the bands Cruising Stadium's packed, look who just blew in Coming off the rebound like Patrick Ewing Getting poe'd up with the oilers in Houston Back when the bands Cruising My brother told me that we could break the game And when I woke, I swear that we would think the same But what I think of life, I just think of as a game But why didn't I spend a couple stacks on a chain Please the company, can we bring on the beers? Cheers, to the homies and the three musketeers We getting hot all around global warming Bust a nut now, all these chicks stay swarming Churping, and when I wake up in the morning I see the sun shine beaming on something foreign I got a couple mags, full of jags I let my pants sag, middle finger from the ass Bitch! [Hook: Travi$ Scott (& Jason Eric)] Brain storm, pick it up, oh Hit up the mall, cop it all, oh oh, oh oh Good go, sip it up slow Turn up the radio, and off you go, oh-oh, oh oh (Im good right now, nice) [Verse 3: Jason Eric] Damn, I've been wanting my own shit When I get the hands out, like what I'm gon' get Why do everybody gotta have some of yo shit Why do everybody gotta have some of yo shit Why do everybody gotta have some of yo shit And when they don't get it, then they say you on hoe shit Fuck y'all, what's mine that's mine And when your shit original, the niggas tryna take your design That may seem kinda sour, I was building the line Broke niggas tell lies to make the greater decline Now ain't that uncredible, I'm so incredible that I can take a fat bitch and make that hoe edible Train rack medical, taste kinda professional Square my niggas off, it's like they live in the sectional Good shit, show it all, what you say? I'm hood rich I don't have to rap about babesters that I would get So much paper, I could probably make a book quick Tell your girl to hold the stack, but I can make her look dick [Hook: Travi$ Scott] Brain storm, pick it up, oh Hit up the mall, cop it all, oh oh, oh oh Good go, sip it up slow Turn up the radio, and off you go, oh oh, oh oh La la la la la, la la la la, la la la la La la la la la, la la la la, la la la la