Travi$ Scott ft. Future & 2 Chainz – 3500 Lyrics

(Intro – Future)
Bandana wrapped wrapped round your head
The bandana wrapped round your head
F**k ni**a’s, they’re scared
Ain’t nobody triller than me
Ain’t nobody triller than Scott
Ain’t nobody trill, man, I’m taking their spot
These ni**a’s is scared

(Chorus – Travi$ Scott)
30’s in the city moving slow
$3,500 for the code
Only real ni**a’s keep afloat
Only trill ni**a’s I know
Only trill ni**a’s I know
Only trill ni**a’s I know
Only trill ni**a’s I know
Only trill ni**a’s I know

(Verse 1 – Travi$ Scott)
Ladies order up the champagne, a whole lot of it
Painkillers, they got back pain, know you gotta love it
Tens out in NY, they in my hallways, I got a lobby of em
Up and down with Chase, Monday nights, we made a hobby of it
Still down with the same dogs, man, they never loved us
Gave my ni**a’s all gold chains to remind me of it
We’re still holding that old thing, tryna rob me of it
One time for the trill b**ches that’ll let me touch it
I’m papi though, they get it popping with me when I’m out in public
Flying through, I got a young Yonce with an Iggy on her
Me and Metro do the same drugs, got a lot of it
All these cups and damn, all these hoes, these ni**a’s up to something
Touch down out in H-Town, there it might get ugly
It’s trill ni**a’s with trill ni**a’s, a whole army of em
I run the check up, I’m a hot ni**a, don’t tell my countant on me
Free Rowdy Rowdy, free Bobby Bobby, them the Shmurda homies
Good lord!

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 2 – Future)
Dro with me, drank with me, lean like I’m Clark
Copping a Wraith then I throw it in park
You ni**a’s from Mars, you ain’t got no heart
I know lil one gon come with that A and that R
Only trill ni**a’s I know
I know lil one gon come with that A and that R
I’m counting I’m dripping I’m fiending
I’m not from this planet, I was abandoned
Trill ni**a’s real ni**a’s popping them pill ni**a’s
I stack up a mil ni**a like it’s a lil ni**a
This for the one who’s gon load up the k for me
This for the ones that ran off and didn’t wait on me
This for the ni**a’s that ran off and didn’t wait on me
This for you bi**h you ran off and did weight for me
Only trill ni**a’s I know)
Hood ni**a f**k all that red carpet sh*t
Hood ni**a I f**k a red carpet bi**h
I put a Rolls and a Royce on my wrist
You can smell promethazine when I piss
I pray to God he bring me Actavis
Ain’t nobody triller than Metro ain’t nobody triller than Scooter
Hop on the private I do it, take all the mollies I do it
The Bentley put up with no mileage I do it
These Styrofoams with me legitimate
I’m proudly downing these Percocets
We just want to be stoners lately, I’ve been on on on
This money an option, this weed is an option, this lean is an option
Your bi**h is an option, her bi**h is an option
I send them through auctions
You paying that price for that punani
This gold on my neck is a new Grammy

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 3 – 2 Chainz)
My bathtub the size of swimming pools
Backstroke to my children room
Maybach in the living room
I spent racks on these tennis shoes
Ni**a’s know what I’m finna do
Time for me to put the mink up
Forgiattos on a Brinks truck
My favorite rapper drove a pink truck
I do s**t that you dreamed of
I was born with a mean mug
I was born with sum nappy hair
Drinking breast milk out a lean cup
Tity Boi’s my alias
Real ni**a’s my radius
Trill ni**a’s on the song with me
Only trill ni**a’s I know
If she bad as hell I’ll pay the babysitter
In a black Mercedes with her
Doing about 180 with her
I was born a hustler, paraphernalia in my baby pictures
Resident all eloquent, leather s**t in my front yard
TV by my swimming pool, got the bi**h like a sports bar
Chevelle with a new motor, got the bi**h like a sports car
Yeah, my name is Tity Boi, I don’t f**k with hoes that wear sports bras
Crib bigger than your imagination
Call the trap house the gas station
Call momma’s house the Jag station
Emoji sad faces
Look at these ni**a’s
I need to buy pocketbooks for these ni**a’s

(Repeat Chorus)

(Bridge – Future)
Ain’t nobody triller than me
Ain’t nobody triller than Scott
Ain’t nobody trill man, I’m taking their spot
We ride on a yacht
Ain’t nobody triller than Metro, ain’t nobody triller than Scooter
Ain’t nobody triller, I knew it, ain’t nobody triller, we knew it
Pour up an Ace out on ni**a’s, don’t play round like Janice and Judy
Only real ni**a’s keep it float
Say f**k all the rumors say f**k all the rumors
Only trill ni**as I know
Say f**k all the rumors say f**k all the rumors
Only trill ni**a’s I know
Say f**k all the rumors say f**k all the rumors

(Repeat Chorus)

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