Drip

[Intro]
IMO, IMO, IMO
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Move back, ‘cause the drip too hard
They just mad, ‘bout to shine like a star
Put my hands in the air, make me wanna scream, “yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah”
Makes me wanna just scream, “yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah”
Make me wanna scream, “yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah”

[Verse 1]
We bring it back
Hop on the track
Take time, look into your eyes
We feeling it
We get lit
Just wait, caught feelings for you tonight
Lifestyle is a mad one
Came through with a bad one
I’m an update, to your downgrade
You are like an S3 Samsung
Lifestyle crazy
I pull up in a range or
Maybe I ruin up the sky, we flyin’ high
I be taking flights, it’s only right
Money on my mind, it’s only right
Money on my mind, it’s only right
Know it’s only right, “yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah”

[Chorus]
Move back, ‘cause the drip too hard
They just mad, ‘bout to shine like a star
Put my hands in the air, make me wanna scream, “yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah”
Make me wanna just scream, “yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah”
Make me wanna scream, “yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah”

[Verse 2]
I know they mad 'cause ya boy he got the foreign bars
Know they mad 'cause I pull up in the foreign cars
Like the foreign cars, my foreign bars they going fast
Foreign bars they going fast
Foreign cars they going fast
Stay dripping and dripping and I can't control it
The phone be vibrating like somebody calling
So my jewelry stay frozen so she knows I'm balling
Keep your girl from me, bro that's the warning, ah yeah
Iced chain, 'cause I pull up in a big range
Iced rims, so they know that someone getting paid
Iced out, from my head to my toe
Call Vogue, ‘cause I think I’m ‘bout to blow
White diamonds on my wrist, on the back and front
Probably why they always hate on me
White diamonds on my wrist, on the back and front
Probably why they always hate on me
‘Cause I’m living in the top of the world
I ain't ever coming down, I'm trying to be honest
I’m just living in the top of the world
I ain't ever coming down, come on man, she on it
My wrist is fully froze
Talking about the chicks, man, I get lots of those
Six-figure rapper from fifteen
If music was a drug I would've overdosed

[Chorus]
Move back, ‘cause the drip too hard
They just mad, ‘bout to shine like a star
Put my hands in the air, make me wanna scream, “yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah”
Make me wanna just scream, “yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah”
Make me wanna scream, “yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah”