copy my drip

Lyrics

[Intro] (And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube) [Chorus] Bitch Fuck with me, I'll fuck 'round and I'll fuck your bitch He ain't do his research, he ain't know I'm lit Plain black T-shirt with no logo, he ain't know this Rick Huh, I'm like, "Where your ho go?" He ain't know I hit I'ma hit the road, go city to city 'til I get rich These hoes on go, she hop on the bus and then get clipped Got caught with a pole, but the judge gave me a slap on the wrist Spend the money on clothes, gotta be a rich nigga to copy my drip [Verse 1] I just had a son, and this shit is so damn fun (Uh-huh) Gotta keep it safe, I done locked up all my guns (Uh-huh) We countin' bread and these niggas countin' crumbs (Uh-huh) I want some head 'fore I get up in them buns Nigga, that's mandatory, I pulled up in a Maybach, mm Yeah, that's end of story (Ooh) You know what I did, I hope this bitch don't put me on Maury ('Kay) I hit and I slid, this bitch came back just like a chorus (Ooh) And that pussy ain't mid, I don't wanna pull out, but I can't afford it (Can't afford it) [Chorus] Fuck with me, I'll fuck 'round and I'll fuck your bitch He ain't do his research, he ain't know I'm lit Plain black T-shirt with no logo, he ain't know this Rick Huh, I'm like, "Where your ho go?" He ain't know I hit I'ma hit the road, go city to city 'til I get rich These hoes on go, she hop on the bus and then get clipped Got caught with a pole, but the judge gave me a slap on the wrist Spend the money on clothes, gotta be a rich nigga to copy my drip [Verse 2] Ain't nothin' cheap on me, these jeans Balenciaga (Uh-huh) I keep three zeros behind every single comma, yeah, okay I got a partner, not no fuckin' baby mama (Uh-huh) They ask me when we gon' get married, when we wanna, yeah, okay If you a nigga in my business, then you gay My music streamin' and you mad, I feel your rage I just went gold like a bottle of Ace of Spades, uh Can't hit no hoes 'cause I love my [Chorus] Bitch Fuck with me, I'll fuck 'round and I'll fuck your bitch He ain't do his research, he ain't know I'm lit Plain black T-shirt with no logo, he ain't know this Rick Huh, I'm like, "Where your ho go?" He ain't know I hit I'ma hit the road, go city to city 'til I get rich These hoes on go, she hop on the bus and then get clipped Got caught with a pole, but the judge gave me a slap on the wrist Spend the money on clothes, gotta be a rich nigga to copy my drip