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Drippin'
(Twysted Genius, baby)
Know what I'm sayin', drippin', know what I'm sayin'
I can live off my closet before I go broke
I got too many cars, I ain't payin' no note (Note)
Too many chains, go to sleep, I might choke (Choke)
I be sippin' on syrup, I ain't drivin' no boat (Boat)
We in the store, she don't know which one gold
Just be think that she slick, but I'm buyin' 'em both
We on Rodeo, lil' bro got his heater
I walk in Moncler and buy everyone coats
I'm a hyena, since everyone G.O.A.T.'s
Team full of shooters, pull up and they score
I got the drop on the opp, it's a go
I get two hundred racks every night for a show
I know it's a blessing
Christian Dior and Jordan 11's ('Leven)
I just hope I can dunk into Heaven (Heaven)
I just fucked on an actress for breakfast, I hope she ain't messy
I just be fuckin' bitches, I don't be textin' 'em
It ain't no in the middle, shoot the messenger
He won't let nobody get the best of him
Oh, you don't know Scotty? Take a Tesla
Plus she wan' let me get it in, so I left with her
I got too many women, Baby Hefner
I let the lil' bros keep the extra
I used the baking soda, we was stretchin' 'em
Making these deals, numbers come in decimals
Or I might get bored and buy a bitch a hair salon
I'ma pay for it, bruh, ain't never have to front
I make a million dollars every other month
As soon as I get done, I'ma give her some
Not like the rest of 'em, I'm a different one
I had to shoot back, I ain't get to run
Can't let a fuck nigga take my mama's son
I can live off my closet before I go broke
I got too many cars, I ain't payin' no note (Note)
Too many chains, go to sleep, I might choke (Choke)
I be sippin' on syrup, I ain't drivin' no boat (Boat)
We in the store, she don't know which one gold
Just be think that she slick, but I'm buyin' 'em both
We on Rodeo, lil' bro got his heater
I walk in Moncler and buy everyone coats
I can live off my closet before I go broke
I got too many cars, I ain't payin' no note (Note)
Too many chains, go to sleep, I might choke (Choke)
I be sippin' on syrup, I ain't drivin' no boat (Boat)
We in the store, she don't know which one gold
Just be think that she slick, but I'm buyin' 'em both
We on Rodeo, lil' bro got his heater
I walk in Moncler and buy everyone coats
Grippin' that rod and I'm breakin' that law (Yeah)
I got too much Givenchy in the closet (Yeah)
Count up the cash and I'm drowsy (Yeah)
And I got more oil than a Saudi (Yeah)
I don't know what made 'em doubt me (Yeah)
Made a hundred M's, shouldn't doubt me (Yeah)
I got the jeweler, the mula (Yeah)
I go to Jerusalem, they callin' me daddy (Yeah)
Pray to Young Pluto and kick it like judo (Yeah)
I'm flippin' this money the fastest (Yeah)
Bitches in love with the kid, really fuck with the kid, they gon' follow the protocol
Go out the country, smoke on the best bud, fuck on the best whores
Ain't no more regular diamonds
My shit coming with a passport
And ain't worried 'bout the card declinin' (Yeah)
I got three mil' in cash at the Waldorf (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I done went to New York to spend at Dior (Yeah)
I got the gas like BP (Pluto)
Throw the party when you see the opps, nigga
No clown shit, we send 'em six feet
I done spent millions in CC (What up?)
I done made millions with RiRi (Super)
I can live off my closet before I go broke
I got too many cars, I ain't payin' no note (Note)
Too many chains, go to sleep, I might choke (Choke)
I be sippin' on syrup, I ain't drivin' no boat (Boat)
We in the store, she don't know which one gold
Just be think that she slick, but I'm buyin' 'em both
We on Rodeo, lil' bro got his heater
I walk in Moncler and buy everyone coats
I can live off my closet before I go broke
I got too many cars, I ain't payin' no note (Note)
Too many chains, go to sleep, I might choke (Choke)
I be sippin' on syrup, I ain't drivin' no boat (Boat)
We in the store, she don't know which one gold
Just be think that she slick, but I'm buyin' 'em both
We on Rodeo, lil' bro got his heater
I walk in Moncler and buy everyone coats
I been making these deals, numbers come with decimals
I been making these deals, numbers come with decimals
I been making these deals, numbers come with decimals
I been making these deals, numbers come with decimals