Letra de Trix in the Bag - Tai Verdes

(Ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh)

(Ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh)

I'm the grand wizard of this shit, Boy Who Lived in this bitch (Yeah)

Gotta teach em how to dial 'cause I can’t call it quits (No)

I got friends in the Ritz (Ritz), I can’t be no average (Yeah)

Gonna be forever rich (Yeah), I already made a hit

You ain't makin' money, nah, you just makin' counterfeit

I got brands sendin' clothes, hopin' that I post a fit

I got girls in my past wishin' that we had a kid

Now they callin' me collect, down to Spain, in Madrid, uh (In Madrid)

I no longer walk, I cruise

I no longer cry, I blues

I don't like to crease my shoes

Guess I got a high IQ

I got tricks in the bag (Yeah, uh, yeah)

(Ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh)

Got the rabbit out the hat (Out the hat, yeah, uh)

(Ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh)

Shortcut to the cash (Shortcut-cut-cut-cut-cut to the cash)

(Ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh)

Nobody do it like that (Uh, nobody do it like that, nobody do it like that)

(Ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh)

They thought they could touch me, then I hit the afterburners

I was last in class, now I'm Forbes highest earner

To a plain observer, nine-to-five worker

Got kicked out of college 'cause he was a slow learner

Think that's fairly odd, call me Timmy, no Turner

You ain't call me up, I ain't hearin' no murmurs

Questions, whispers, "You think he got problems?"

"You think he goes to bed with the demons and the goblins?"

Damn, what a threesome, cookin' in the hot sun

You know what they say, "Mo' money, mo' problems"

You know what they say when they off, but you on one

I'ma fuck the world up, raw, no condom

I got tricks in the bag (Yeah, uh, yeah)

(Ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh)

Got the rabbit out the hat (Out the hat, yeah, uh)

(Ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh)

Shortcut to the cash (Shortcut-cut-cut-cut-cut to the cash)

(Ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh)

Nobody do it like that (Uh, nobody do it like that, nobody do it like that)

(Ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh)

Nobody do it like that

Nobody do it like that

I no longer walk, I cruise

I no longer cry, I blues

I don't like to crease my shoes

Guess I got a high IQ

I got tricks in the bag (I got tricks in the bag, yeah)

(Ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh)

Got the rabbit out the hat (Got the rabbit out the hat, yeah)

(Ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh)

Shortcut to the cash (Shortcut, cut-cut to the cash, cut-cut)

(Ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh)

Nobody do it like that (Nobody do it like that, nobody do it like that)

(Ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-oh)

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