gotta have a bag just to drip like this
gotta have cash just to drip like this
gotta count a sack just to drip like this
walk up in the club and i drip on a bitch
walk up in the club and i drip on a bitch
you can lick on the bitch
hope a nigga don't try to run up real quick
maison margiela like a motherfuckin' player
stand out from the square
these jeans that i got on cost a cool rack
mike amiri jeans with stripes on the side
never seen a bitch suck dick like this
double hand action and she spit when she twist
never ever seen a freak bitch like this
never seen a young nigga soul so heavy
fresh in all white like i'm on my way to heaven
thirty thousand dollars in my old school chevy
walk up in the club and i drip on a bitch
i spent two million on watches
my walk-in closet look like neiman marcus
i mixed the dolce and gabbana with prada
i came from selling kush out the apartments
i was a trap nigga when i came out of her stomach
gotta have a check just to drip like this
a quarter milli' killed my wrist
you ain't built like this
fear of god on me 'cause i don't fear shit
i wear the richard mille when i'm rockin' tom ford
i wear the ap when i'm drippin' in dior
lot of money on the floor
bought my bitch a rollie and put ice around her throat
drop-top benz parked at the corner store
gotta have a bag just to look like this
shit look like glass on my wrist
we was movin' bags of the gas in the trenches
and all of the glocks come with an extension
walk up in the club and i drip on a bitch
cost a lil' money just to drip like this
you know i had to pop my shit
you know i had to drip my bitch
cartier glass and cartier wrist
i know i got cartier piss
we keep bustin' all the shit now
closet bigger than a penthouse
i show other niggas how to drip now
sold a lot of pounds and bust my wrist down
i feel like i'm the shit now
took a lot of trips just to get like this
had to buy a bag 'cause the racks don't fit
got the stashhouse filled
dropped the head on the rolls truck
on some young nigga rich shit
lam' truck look like a shark
wonder is they mad 'cause i'm lit or my bitch rich?
or they mad i'm the man how i killed shit
'cause i spent ten bands on an outfit
or i'm still gettin' cash on bad tip
walk up in the club and i drip on a bitch