Lyrics Drip (feat. Jay Park) - Jessi

Drip
Drippin', drip drip
Drippin', drip drip
Drippin', drip drip drip
Fuckin' wit no bitch
Don't act like you know me
You funny with money honey
Don't act like a poor bitch
I'm sick of all these fakes (Fakes)
I'm sick of all these phonies
Everybody same
They be lame
They be clonin' (Yeah, yeah)
Ay, who you think you frontin' on? (Who dat be?)
All you little kiddies run along
I ain't goin' anywhere
Ah y'all can kiss my derrière (Woo)
Up in the whip
Up in the coupe (Yeah, yeah)
Takin' a flick
Actin' a fool (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Everything I got on brand spankin' new
And if I want your man than I'ma take him too (Hey)
I be sippin' on that Goose
Gotcha feelin' loose
They all wanna taste my juice
You ain't fuckin' with my drip, yeah
Diamonds blue like a crip, yeah
I be steady on my grind all day
Gettin' money every different kinda way
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin'
Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin'
Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin'
Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin'
Look
Somethin' drippin' from your mouth, lemme undo your blouse
Take you straight to the clouds, everyday you be flossin'
Whole world be watchin', gettin' bands with my mans, I do this often
I be in office makin' major moves to cater to my boss-type mood
All I ooze is swag, all I do is get the bag
My legacy's forever never just a fad
Talk jewels, cars, clothes, girls
There's some things you just can't buy with cash
Gangstas to bankers, they anxious, no patience
They want what I have
Can you blame 'em?
If they join me man I'll prolly chain 'em
Rollin' with me shit is life changin'
Rollin' with me shit is life changin'
How many millionaires under me?
I own about 4 or 5 companies (Bye)
I'ma be a billionaire prolly (Yeah)
Holla if you wanna join the odyssey (Holla)
I'm the fuckin' sheriff of this wild, wild west
Hella connected do a wifi check
Take a shot of soju and it's bye bye stress (Bye bye)
Question: "Am I drippy like a swimsuit?" (Yes)
I be sippin' on that Goose
Gotcha feelin' loose
They all wanna taste my juice
You ain't fuckin' with my drip, yeah
Diamonds blue like a crip, yeah
I be steady on my grind all day
Gettin' money every different kinda way
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah so icy at the tippy top
Hot like summer, call the plumber
Too much drippy drop (Too much)
I see your pockets hurtin' (Ooh)
Need a band-aid (Ow)
Get the cash for your crash
That's a mandate
Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin'
Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin'
Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin'
Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin'