DRIP!

I need a foreign bitch to match the whip (I need a foreign bitch to match the whip)
Whole lotta racks got some brand new drip (whole lot of racks got some brand new drip)
Member when I was down bad bouta bitch (I remember when I was down bouta bitch)
Wasn't getting no green, now my money on Crip

I need a foreign bitch to match the whip
Whole lotta racks got some brand new drip
Member when I was down bad bout a bitch, wasn't getting no green now my money on Crip
I head to go head and get out my feelings and run up a bag, now I feel good as shit
It's a race to the money, a fuck nigga get in the way we gone light him up just like a Bic

I need a foreign bitch to match the whip
Whole lotta racks got some brand new drip
Member when I was down bad bout a bitch, wasn't getting no green now my money on Crip
I head to go head and get out my feelings and run up a bag, now I feel good as shit
It's a race to the money, a fuck nigga get in the way we gone light him up just like a Bic
I'm on my way to the top
Oh he said he want smoke? Tell him send me the drop
Yea, and I feel like Ello cause all of my diamonds the same, I might Johnny Dang and Put If on my watch
Told that bitch "imma make it", she just gotta watch
Bitch these VVS diamonds, not regular rocks
And I'm not letting up, no, no, no I can not
Can't let no fuck nigga take my spot

Oh
You better come and get yo' bitch, cause the whole damn gang done hit
Cause she seeing all the ice on my wrist
(Holdup, huh)
I got drip
I might just fuck on yo' bitch
Hit her then I pass that hoe to the clique, and these Cartier diamonds gone shine through The tint, tint, tint
Got two hoes they tens, that's twenty
And I got racks coming in
I remember back then I was tripping bout' Lily
Now I know my time gone come, I feel it
Gotta get me a bag and then go head and flip it
Went and doubled my cup and this shit ain't prescription, this some freestyle shit I don't Ever spit writtens

Got two hoes, they tens that's twenty (Got two hoes they tens that's twenty)
Know my time gone come, I feel it (Know my time gone Cooke I feel it)
Get me a bag and then go head and flip it (Got me a bag and I went head and flipped it)
I been sipping on drank and that shit and prescription

I need a foreign bitch to match the whip
Whole lotta racks got some brand new drip
Member when I was down bad bout a bitch, wasn't getting no green now my money on Crip
I head to go head and get out my feelings and run up a bag, now I feel good as shit
It's a race to the money, a fuck nigga get in the way we gone light him up just like a Bic
I'm on my way to the top
Oh he said he want smoke? Tell him send me the drop
Yea, and I feel like Ello cause all of my diamonds the same, I might Johnny Dang and Put if on my watch
Told that bitch "imma make it", she just gotta watch
Bitch these VVS diamonds, not regular rocks
And I'm not letting up, no, no, no I can not
Can't let no fuck nigga take my spot