Drip in Gold
Yeah, alright
Where we headed
What we doin'
Where we goin' next
I've been on a wave
Bottles on my brain
If it's all the same
Yeah, walk in this bitch and I'm drippin' in gold
I'm headed up but they're prayin' I fall
I don't pick up when the trouble it call
But don't get it twisted I'm ready to go
Yeah, walk in this bitch and I'm drippin' in gold
I'm headed up but they're prayin' I fall
I don't pick up when the trouble it call
But don't get it twisted I'm ready to go
Yeah, can't get a minute when trouble it call
Yeah, you don't fuck with me I don't fuck with y'all
Walk in this bitch like I'm a God
I drip that gold until I die
The truth ain't got nowhere to hide
They try to hang me out to dry
They talk that shit I let it slide
I'm drippin' gold until I die
Yeah, walk in this bitch and I'm drippin' in gold
I'm headed up but they're prayin' I fall
I don't pick up when the trouble it call
But don't get it twisted I'm ready to go
Yeah, walk in this bitch and I'm drippin' in gold
I'm headed up but they're prayin' I fall
I don't pick up when the trouble it call
But don't get it twisted I'm ready to go
Poppin' shots like automatic weapons (blase, blase, boom, boom)
That bulleit whiskey's strong but
it's refreshing (shorty with the tattoos)
No early check in guess you stuck with me (come and fuck with me)
It ain't too early just get drunk with me (fall in love with me)
I never got nowhere with common sense
Can't play it safe that'd be the death of me
I'm on my shit I never give an inch
I think the mirror's my only enemy (got me goin' like this)
I walk in this bitch I'm drippin' gold (ohh)
Baddie's buzzin' on my telephone (ohh)
I pick that up she's trying to pick a bone (ohh)
I sip that up I'm out here sippin' strong (ohh)
Yeah, walk in this bitch and I'm drippin' in gold
I'm headed up but they're prayin' I fall
I don't pick up when the trouble it call
But don't get it twisted I'm ready to go
Yeah, walk in this bitch and I'm drippin' in gold
I'm headed up but they're prayin' I fall
I don't pick up when the trouble it call
But don't get it twisted I'm ready to go
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
Where we headed
What we doin'
Where we goin' next
I've been on a wave
Bottles on my brain
If it's all the same
Yeah, walk in this bitch and I'm drippin' in gold
I'm headed up but they're prayin' I fall
I don't pick up when the trouble it call
But don't get it twisted I'm ready to go
Yeah, walk in this bitch and I'm drippin' in gold
I'm headed up but they're prayin' I fall
I don't pick up when the trouble it call
But don't get it twisted I'm ready to go
Yeah, can't get a minute when trouble it call
Yeah, you don't fuck with me I don't fuck with y'all
Walk in this bitch like I'm a God
I drip that gold until I die
The truth ain't got nowhere to hide
They try to hang me out to dry
They talk that shit I let it slide
I'm drippin' gold until I die
Yeah, walk in this bitch and I'm drippin' in gold
I'm headed up but they're prayin' I fall
I don't pick up when the trouble it call
But don't get it twisted I'm ready to go
Yeah, walk in this bitch and I'm drippin' in gold
I'm headed up but they're prayin' I fall
I don't pick up when the trouble it call
But don't get it twisted I'm ready to go
Poppin' shots like automatic weapons (blase, blase, boom, boom)
That bulleit whiskey's strong but
it's refreshing (shorty with the tattoos)
No early check in guess you stuck with me (come and fuck with me)
It ain't too early just get drunk with me (fall in love with me)
I never got nowhere with common sense
Can't play it safe that'd be the death of me
I'm on my shit I never give an inch
I think the mirror's my only enemy (got me goin' like this)
I walk in this bitch I'm drippin' gold (ohh)
Baddie's buzzin' on my telephone (ohh)
I pick that up she's trying to pick a bone (ohh)
I sip that up I'm out here sippin' strong (ohh)
Yeah, walk in this bitch and I'm drippin' in gold
I'm headed up but they're prayin' I fall
I don't pick up when the trouble it call
But don't get it twisted I'm ready to go
Yeah, walk in this bitch and I'm drippin' in gold
I'm headed up but they're prayin' I fall
I don't pick up when the trouble it call
But don't get it twisted I'm ready to go
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
Credits
Writer(s): Nathanael Good
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