Drip Like Dis

[Intro: Bankroll Freddie] Drip like this Drip like this (Woo) 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 Ayy, ayy [Chorus: Bankroll Freddie] 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) [Verse 1: Bankroll Freddie] Walk up in the club and I drip on a bitch (Big drip) Woo, bae, don't sleep, I'm the shit (Woo) 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 (Woo) Yeah, I spent thirty on this (Thirty) 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 (Woo) Fendi shirt on, got you matchin' my fly Hold on, lil' bitch, don't kill my vibe (Nah) Woo, woo, 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 Thirty thousand dollars in my old school Chevy (Skrrt) [Chorus: Bankroll Freddie] 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) [Verse 2: Young Dolph] 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 (Woo) Dope boy shit, you ain't built like this Fear of God on me 'cause I don't fear shit Woah (Ayy), woah (Ayy), woah (Ayy), woah (Ayy) 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 (Woo) 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) [Chorus: Bankroll Freddie] 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) [Verse 3: Lil Baby] Cost a lil' money just to drip like this You know I had to pop my shit Louis store trippin', I just spent 'bout sixty 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 Woo, woo, 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 [Chorus: Bankroll Freddie] 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)