Drip Like Dis

Текст песни Bankroll Freddie - Drip Like Dis

Drip like this
Drip like this (whoo)
Gotta have a bag just to drip like this
Gotta have cash just to drip like this
Gotta count a sack just to drip like this
Yo
Ay, ay

Cost a lil' money, get your drip like this, huh
Icebox drip on my wrist
Walk up in the club and I drip on a bitch
You know I'm a P, I might pimp on a bitch
Cost a lil' money, get your drip like this (drip like this, drip like this)
Cost a lil' money, get your drip like this (drip like this, drip like this)

Walk up in the club and I drip on a bitch (big drip)
Whoo, bae, don't sleep, I'm the shit (whoo)
All the damn sauce, you can lick on the bitch (sauce)
Louis V sneaks, made a tip on a bitch (Louis)
Ice on my neck, it's a brick on my wrist (whoo)
Yeah, I spent 30 on this (30)
Hope a nigga don't try to run up real quick, yeah (baow, baow)
Yeah, Steph Curry in the clip

Canceled out the Gucci, had to go and get Chanel (yeah)
Maison Margiela like a motherfuckin' player (Maison)
Dolce & Gabbana, stand out from the square
I'm really in the game, baby, I'm a star player
These jeans that I got on cost a cool rack (bands)
Mike Amiri jeans with stripes on the side (whoo)
Fendi shirt on, got you matchin' my fly
Hold on, lil' bitch, don't kill my vibe (nah)

Whoo, whoo, drip like this
Never seen a bitch suck dick like this
Double hand action and she spit when she twist (damn)
Never ever seen a freak bitch like this
Big Bankroll, baby, just call me Freddie
Never seen a young nigga soul so heavy
Fresh in all white like I'm on my way to Heaven
30 thousand dollars in my old school Chevy (skrrt)

Cost a lil' money, get your drip like this, huh
Icebox drip on my wrist
Walk up in the club and I drip on a bitch
You know I'm a P, I might pimp on a bitch
Cost a lil' money, get your drip like this (drip like this, drip like this)
Cost a lil' money, get your drip like this (drip like this, drip like this)

Cost a lil' money, get your drip like this, huh
Icebox drip on my wrist
Walk up in the club and I drip on a bitch
You know I'm a P, I might pimp on a bitch
Cost a lil' money, get your drip like this (drip like this, drip like this)
Cost a lil' money, get your drip like this (drip like this, drip like this) (it's Dolph, ay, ay!)

I spent two million on watches
My walk-in closet look like Neiman Marcus (damn)
I mixed the Dolce & Gabbana with Prada (damn)
I came from selling kush out the apartments (damn)
I made my mama a promise
I was a trap nigga when I came out of her stomach
Balenciaga my jacket, my jeans, and my runners
In my neighborhood, I run it (it's Dolph)

Gotta have a check just to drip like this (yeah)
A quarter milli' killed my wrist (whoo)
Dope boy shit, you ain't built like this
Fear of God on me 'cause I don't fear shit
Whoa (ay), whoa (ay), whoa (ay), whoa (ay)
I wear the Richard Mille when I'm rockin' Tom Ford (uh)
I wear the AP when I'm drippin' in Dior (uh)
This a double-R, don't slam my door (yeah, yeah)

Left the strip club, lot of money on the floor (cake)
Bought my bitch a Rollie and put ice around her throat (whoo)
Drop-top Benz parked at the corner store (skrrt)
You gotta have a bag just to look like this (yeah)
Shit look like glass on my wrist (water)
We was movin' bags of the gas in the trenches
And all of the Glocks come with an extension (yeah)

Cost a lil' money, get your drip like this, huh
Icebox drip on my wrist
Walk up in the club and I drip on a bitch
You know I'm a P, I might pimp on a bitch
Cost a lil' money, get your drip like this (drip like this, drip like this)
Cost a lil' money, get your drip like this (drip like this, drip like this)

Cost a lil' money just to drip like this
You know I had to pop my shit
Louis store trippin', I just spent 'bout 60
You know I had to drip my bitch
Cartier glass and Cartier wrist
I know I got Cartier piss
We keep bustin' all the shit now
I be puttin' it on, I don't get styled

Whoo, whoo, closet bigger than a penthouse
I show other niggas how to drip now
Sold a lot of pounds and bust my wrist down
I walk in, I feel like I'm the shit now
Took a lot of trips just to get like this
Had to buy a bag 'cause the racks don't fit
'Fit so fly, might mack on a bitch
Pack come in, got the stashhouse filled

Dropped the head on the Rolls truck, came through, killed 'em
Four by four came tall, not a lift-kit
Trackhawk fast, on some young nigga rich shit
Lam' truck look like a shark, I'm a big fish
Wonder is they mad 'cause I'm lit or my bitch rich?
Or they mad I'm the man how I killed shit
'Cause I spent ten bands on an outfit
Or I'm still gettin' cash on bad tip