​copy my drip - DDG

(And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube)

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

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)

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

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

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