Classic Drip

(Aye)
(I got gucci, I got louis, I got fendi, I got prada)
(Aye, I got gucci, I got what? I got ouu, woah, ouu)

I got gucci, I got louis, I got fendi, I got prada
What u steppin in boy, hell nah them is some low dollars
I got classic drip, and that word to ya mama
I got gucci, I got louis, I got fendi, I got prada

I got louis shoes
I got gucci too
I could never lose
Y'all look like some fools
That's why I got my drip up
Now I can go and get her
He lookin like a slip up
And that's why she won't miss ya

I rock all different types of designer
What's yo style
I been flexin for awhile
My money jus like a mile
Uhm that shit long as fuck
Uhm yeah that shit like a truck
Stackin racks in my jeans, hope they don't bust
Uhm u see u the type I don't trust

The type I don't trust, see boy u a fool
Stay down is a must, u can't pick and choose
I made shorty blush, nah that's not new
I don't give a fuck, I'm not rockin blue
U stay being stuck, boy u need some clues
See me I don't fuss, I stay wit the crew
I will not give up, that's why u number 2
I will not give up, boy I do not lose

I got gucci
I got louis
I got Fendi
I got prada
Whatchu steppin in boy, hell nah them is some low dollas
I got classic drip and that's word to ya momma
I got gucci
I got louis
I got fendi
I got prada

(Pra)
Prada yeah that's what I'm wearing
U got cheap ass fabric, boy that's why yo shit tearin
I heard he want my drip, hell nah tell him I ain't sharing
They like "static where yo feelings?", y'all know I ain't caring

Can't forget about versace
Got me drippin while I'm walking
Now my haters wanna stalk me
Y'all some lames with all them pills that y'all be popping
Y'all some bums, I take my money and go shopping
Boy I see y'all record flopping,
and that couldn't be me lil bitch

Never that
Cuz I'm in my bag
They want what I have
I count up the cash
Keep it in the stash
I'm doin the dash
Jus like I was flash
And that's why he mad
Or maybe he sad
Uhm, he prolly just wishin that I was his dad
And that's the facts
I count up the racks
I put on the mask
And I collect tax
Y'all really some trash
Aye
They want what I have
I count up the cash
Keep it in the stash
I'm doin the dash
Jus like I was flash
And that's why he mad
Or maybe he sad
Uhm, he prolly just wishin that I was his dad
And that's the facts
I count up the racks
I put on the mask
And I collect tax

I got gucci
I got louis
I got Fendi
I got prada
Whatchu steppin in boy, hell nahhh them is some low dollas
I got classic drip and that's word to ya momma
I got gucci
I got louis
I got fendi
I got prada

I got gucci
I got louis
I got Fendi
I got prada
Whatchu steppin in boy, hell nahhh them is some low dollas
I got classic drip and that's word to ya momma
I got gucci
I got louis
I got fendi
I got prada

(Whatchu steppin in boy, whatchu steppin in boy)