Trippin on me (Magazines)

I'm just trying to do my shit So why you trippin' on me I ain't stepping out the yard Unless the bag guaranteed Gonna by my mom a house And have her dressed in Celine And the show has only started nigga Get in your seat I really wanna be in Magazines Go to LA baby They say you can make the dream Probs' the flyest nigga on the team I want diamonds shining on my rings Shawty wanna go home with me Shawty wanna step out with me Shawty in the back of the scene Shawty wanna Tunani I really wanna be in Magazines Go to LA baby They say you can make the dream Probs' the flyest nigga on the team I want diamonds shining on my rings Boof in the back and I'm sitting pretty Mad cause your girl wanna feel up on me Diamonds and pearls on my neck and it bling Mad cause I'm fire and I rap, and I sing Gon' be a star, it is my destiny Chop caviar when at Nobu, you see Back of the car, you said that's where the E This na tune, yes indeed