copy my drip

[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