World's Fair - Tip Jar lyrics

[Hook] One got a nice rack One got a bubble bu*t Only one Metro card Show you how they double up Shake her double Ds, but her friend kinda flat She can make that a** clap Two broke girls in the city With a ? pa** Speaking out the tray Show me where the fun at Playin' hard to get Cause they been did done that At the open bar Show me where the fun's at Who got a dollar Who, who got a dollar Who got a dollar Who, who got a dollar for the tip jar [Nasty Nigel] Dominican physique, like Raffaelo Ts Mama turnin' 23 by the end of the week [Lansky] But she's really 17 You'd better keep it discrete Band around her head matches the Toms on her feet How she tryin' to ride clean with a Metro card, great Hair gelled down and her ringtone, The-Dream f** with b**hes in cla** I f** with b**hes with cla** Dollars, BBQ, she ask You got cash Now that ? She tried to pay the cab with a gift card It bounced back, I got that That sounds a bit odd God damn, my date is runnin' late She text me 'round six It's now 8:28 I swear, at 8:30, I'll dip f** how this girl feel I ain't tryin' to be the motherf**ing third wheel Chill Man, these chicks runnin' games true And I ain't got a dollar for they motherf**ing train home [Hook] [Verse 2] Hit Jerome's, and I ran into some broke hoes ASking me for weed Shorty, that's a no-no Drunk hoes, b**hes hailin' from the suburbs Tryin' to hang around a n***a Prayin' for some free herb They need to be around the green Lookin' like a crouton It's funny how you the first victim That they can mooch on At the bar, drinkin' a Stella They get their groove on Cool, calm, collected But the p**y is lukewarm Professionals, they been doin' this for too long Shorty tryin' to flex like I don't know the tricks Drinkin' from my cup Tryin' to take big sips Walkin' 'round the bar Lookin' for a bogie Tryin' to catch a ride home Actin' like she know me Hey ma, what's up I'm broke, me too Oh well, I'm dippin' on a cab tonight Haha, broke a** [Hook]