[Intro] |Dmaj7 |Dbm Ayy! |Dmaj7 |Dbm Real drippy right now [Chorus] Dmaj7 Lil mama got ass for days, and I got cash for days Dbm That fake shit, I can't relate Hate, I see it all over his face Dmaj7 Yeah I got racks in the safe Yeah I'm fuckin' on your bae Dbm Never keep dope where you lay Keep a draco or an AK Dmaj7 Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag) Dbm Drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag) Dmaj7 Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip) Dbm Drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drippy [Verse 1] Dmaj7 Prometh, sippin' My bitch she gettin' tipsy Dbm Valentino my outfit, my bitch she rockin' Fendi Dmaj7 Too much ice, it might make you dizzy Diamonds, hittin' Dbm Dead fresh, dig me Drippy, drippy Dmaj7 You a peasant, you cannot come near me Heard a fuck nigga wanna kill me Dbm 'Cause I treat his baby mama like a frisbee, yeah Fuck nigga, try again Dmaj7 You lose, I win Shoot him in the ass, again Dbm Pray for my enemies, amen The realest nigga in it, ayy man Dmaj7 Shit, this young nigga poppin', damn Nah, can't no nigga stop him Dbm Paper Route, we stand on top of shit Pull up in your city, we rockin' shit Dmaj7 I'm in the streets where the hitters at I'm in the street where the dealers at I'm in the section where all the bad bitches at [Chorus] Dmaj7 Lil mama got ass for days, and I got cash for days Dbm That fake shit, I can't relate Hate, I see it all over his face Dmaj7 Yeah I got racks in the safe Yeah I'm fuckin' on your bae Dbm Never keep dope where you lay Keep a draco or an AK Dmaj7 Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag) Dbm Drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag) Dmaj7 Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip) Dbm Drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drippy [Verse 2] Dmaj7 I used to want a million then I wanted ten now I want a hundred Dbm All my bitches got an onion, private jet out the country Dmaj7 Just to go shop and eat lunch Foreign hoes, I got a bunch Dbm Codeine, sweet tea, call that a tropical punch Dmaj7 I mix the Gelato with the lemon tree, call that a tropical blunt Dbm I give that green light and you done Ayy come here lil mama, where you from? Dmaj7 All of that ass, you the bomb All of that ass, you the bomb Dbm Now take this money, get on the plane I need you to go get a bomb Dmaj7 I put her in Yves Saint Laurent I put seventy thou in my charm Dbm I put fifty grams in my trunk I was sellin' dope, I ain't go to prom Dmaj7 But I get rich anyway so motherfuck the prom Dbm Drippy, drippy [Chorus] Dmaj7 Lil mama got ass for days, and I got cash for days Dbm That fake shit, I can't relate Hate, I see it all over his face Dmaj7 Yeah I got racks in the safe Yeah I'm fuckin' on your bae Dbm Never keep dope where you lay Keep a draco or an AK Dmaj7 Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag) Dbm Drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag) Dmaj7 Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip) Dbm Drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drippy
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