Holy Smokes Trippie Redd (Ft. Lil Uzi Vert)
"Holy Smokes" by Trippie Redd featuring Lil Uzi Vert is a hip-hop track released in 2021. The song explores themes of wealth, fame, and indulgence, showcasing a lavish lifestyle. It features catchy melodies, energetic beats, and a blend of melodic rap and trap elements. The collaboration highlights the synergy between the artists, contributing to its popularity in the rap scene. #HipHop
[Intro: Trippie Redd]
Je t'aime Trippie Redd
(GOONTEX)
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Holy fuckin' smokes, I got my money up (Cash)
Countin' all these bands, took me a while just to damn run it up
Multi millions, I fill a hunnid up
All this cash on me but I still can't buy love
Put the hundas in the Chanel, got my racks up
Sit back, flip shit like an acrobat, nigga, get the stacks up
Got two accounts, still got millions in my backup
(All this cash on me) Sad thing is money still won't buy love (Oh)
[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
You can't fit my racks in an arena
White cup filled with purple stuff, it look like Frieza
Bro and them got hit with that subpoena
Better keep they mouth shut, or we gonna have to clean up
Throwin' money up like I'm nauseous
Baby girl, I'm exhausted
Baby, be cautious
Know the streets be talkin'
Every day, walk with a check and a motherfuckin' target
Every day making money every way, hang with them bosses
Je t'aime Trippie Redd
(GOONTEX)
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Holy fuckin' smokes, I got my money up (Cash)
Countin' all these bands, took me a while just to damn run it up
Multi millions, I fill a hunnid up
All this cash on me but I still can't buy love
Put the hundas in the Chanel, got my racks up
Sit back, flip shit like an acrobat, nigga, get the stacks up
Got two accounts, still got millions in my backup
(All this cash on me) Sad thing is money still won't buy love (Oh)
[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
You can't fit my racks in an arena
White cup filled with purple stuff, it look like Frieza
Bro and them got hit with that subpoena
Better keep they mouth shut, or we gonna have to clean up
Throwin' money up like I'm nauseous
Baby girl, I'm exhausted
Baby, be cautious
Know the streets be talkin'
Every day, walk with a check and a motherfuckin' target
Every day making money every way, hang with them bosses
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