Drip

(Hook)
Hop on this beat, feelin like baby, sipping on lean, I don’t go crazy, dripping like gunna, rock out like a stunna, niggas be bogus and bitches be hoes, countin these racks and they fold like my clothes, rocking designer that’s Christian Dior, hittin these niggas like 1234
X2

(Verse 1)
Soon I’ll be rich I’ll be selling out shows, money real blue and I’m countin dem rolls, niggas be trippen they sellin they soul, all just for money guess that’s how it goes, sippin on act and I’m sippin on wok, gettin this money they all up in shock, murder everyday yeah niggas get shot, fuck a nigga up now he really can’t walk and I’m doin my dance and I’m doin my walk and I’m wearin the Cuban and it got a lock and the bitch got a gun now she having some fun yeah, I took your bitch now she suckin me up, I took your bitch now now she fuckin me up, I took your bitch now she cuddlin up, I took your bitch then you havin it back cause I really don’t want it I really don’t want it cause I got this money ain’t nothin can stop me ain’t nothin can stop me I’m doin my dance only god can judge me you bitches ain’t shit and you niggas be bogus I’m countin these racks and I call it my focus I’m gettin this bag and it be that money you niggas be funny my diamonds they wet, just like Dasani, took a long way to get in my bag, thankful for god I will never go back, streets be the real so I’m keepin the pack, never catch me slippin I’ll never come lack, niggas die gotta stay with the heat, came from them shaqs to designer my feet, used to be broke now it’s gucci on me, used to be broke now it’s louis on me

(Hook)
Hop on this beat, feelin like baby, sipping on lean, I don’t go crazy, dripping like gunna, rock out like a stunna, niggas be bogus and bitches be hoes, countin these racks and they fold like my clothes, rocking designer that’s Christian Dior, hittin these niggas like 1234
X2

(Verse 2)
Fuckin yo bitch in a coupe and I’m parkin my whip in the lot ooh, I done came up from a little and I made that shit to a lot ooh, niggas be fuckin yo bitch and you claiming she isn’t a thot ooh, flooded designer we drippy we hot we talkin bout no fuckin pot ooh, niggas be fake (what?) like they belt yuh I’m swimmin a race (like who?) Michael Phelps (splash) you say that you strugglin (huh) bitch you ain’t ever felt (nah) icy like who? (Narco) aye my wrist be on melt (ice)

(Hook)
Hop on this beat, feelin like baby, sipping on lean, I don’t go crazy, dripping like gunna, rock out like a stunna, niggas be bogus and bitches be hoes, countin these racks and they fold like my clothes, rocking designer that’s Christian Dior, hittin these niggas like 1234
X2

(Chorus)
Fuckin yo bitch in a coupe and I’m parkin my whip in the lot ooh, I done came up from a little and I made that shit to a lot ooh, niggas be fuckin yo bitch and you claiming she isn’t a thot ooh, flooded designer we drippy we hot we talkin bout no fuckin pot yuh aye