How Much Lyrics – Trippie Redd | NDA

Read the complete How Much Lyrics by Trippie Redd from the album NDA along with song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Trippie Redd’s music, you can also explore Cold Summer/Get It In and Impala, two other songs by Trippie Redd.

[Intro]
Hold on, hold on, woah
We got Trippie Redd in the building, y’all
Hell, yes
We in this b!tch, aye

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Ten trap phones, yeah, I’m cooking, yeah (I’m cooking, yeah)
Bad b!tches sucking d!ck and choking, yeah (Choking, yeah)
Fu*ked a b!tch fresh off the bell and booking, yeah (Off the booking, yeah)
B!tch, you wit’ the s*it I’m talking? Flick, uh, yeah
How much did it cost? (How much did it cost?)

Brand new car (Car), switch fiend on the cop (Switch fiend on the cop)
Take a b!tch to the couch (Couch), everything on, mm (Oh)
Got a high tolerance (Tolerance)
How much did it cost? (Yeah, hey) How much did it cost? (Yeah, uh)

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
Cash money that I madе off the meter
I can’t lеt the pu*sy play, I’ma beat it, yeah
I can’t let these n!ggas play, got the heater
Twenty dollars, I can’t stay outta Cheetahs (Oh-oh)
Bust a beater, gotta play out the shot
I was cooking crack and stole it straight out the pot, yeah
Ain’t no way I got it straight out the plot
Glock is bodying b!tches straight out the box, yeah
I been popping, got it straight out the Benz
I’m self driving when I get in the Ben (Oh-oh)
S*xy b!tches tryna stay with my friends
My car is shiny, see your face in my rim, yeah
Fiddy birds, that’s a hell of quota
She wanna fu*k but I’m not ready to stroke her (Oh, ah)
Shooter with me, leave your head in your coat
Sucking d!ck, that b!tch is ready to choke (Oh, yeah)
Can’t no lil’ industry n!gga check me
I just went platinum, fifty-seven seconds (Mm, ah)
While I fu*k hoes on the dashboard

All my luggage and b!tch need a passport, Lil’ Tory

[Bridge: Trippie Redd]
Ten trap phones when I’m cooking, yeah, yeah
Bad b!tches sucking d!ck and chokin, yeah (B!tch)
Fu*ked a b!tch fresh off the yacht, I popped a pill (14)
B!tch, I’m wit’ the s*it I talk (50)
How much did it cost? How much did it cost? (Racks)
How much did it cost? How much did it cost? (Racks)
How much did it cost? How much did it cost?
How much did it cost, yeah (Lil’ bae), how much it cost, yeah (Lil’ bae)

[Verse 2: Trippie Redd]
I’m the one baby David Bowie if you wanna get it, we can take it there
She know I’m that n!gga, I love the game man
I love the house so I can make it there
And I’m cool with my dawgs if you move a muscle
We hit you cuz’ we heavy weighting here
Man I fu*k up a charge I tell her to suck it
She know that it ain’t no conversation there, yeah
Fu*k her and I gotta leave her
On fire just like Vegeta
Outside my ice and my heater
Red bow ties she said I don’t conceive it
All rise no judge and we equal
Yeah, I just went Diamond just like the Beatles
Yeah, I blow her mind like Evel Knievel
Yeah, I like your design babe I’m tryna beat it
I got big booty b!tches in my vision, yeah
Hop up out the foreign like a villain, yeah
Kicking me out of my zone I know millions, yeah
I got her singing my songs when I’m all in her, yeah (Love my b!tch)
Pretty bad hoes had their heart out
I put the b!tch on timeout
New Mayback cool when I slide out, yeah
I got

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Ten trap phones, yeah, I’m cooking, yeah (I’m cooking, yeah)
Bad b!tches sucking d!ck and choking, yeah (Choking, yeah)
Fu*ked a b!tch fresh off the bell and booking, yeah (Off the booking, yeah)
B!tch, you wit’ the s*it I’m talking? Flick, uh, yeah
How much did it cost? (How much did it cost?)
Brand new car (Car), switch fiend on the cop (Switch fiend on the cop)
Take a b!tch to the couch (Couch), everything on, mm (Oh)
Got a high tolerance (Tolerance)
How much did it cost?, yeah How much did it cost?, yeah