Lyrics Tokyo Drip - Marty Mula

Ay, just broke the bitch for them strips, give me six
Back on my shit like I just took a piss
All my money blue like I hang with the Crips
If I hop this on track, bet it slaps like a pimp

I just push start the whip, finna blitz in this bitch
Pants from Japan on my Tokyo drip
Too many racks, bitch, I walk with a limp
Brodie got a drum kit with a dick in this bitch

If you walk in this store how much you spending in this bitch?
We don't love these hoes, we just love counting strips
I been feeling presidential, riding with the windows tint
I don't want no more new friends, I need more Franklins

I don't hang with nobody, I be really to the neck
Ten plus ten, 20 bands, that's a check
Bet a six to my point, watch me hit, that's a bet
If she broke then I'm dead, bitch, I'm on to the next

Finna smash gas straight to a bag
Switch gears on a bitch, watch me dip, do the dash
If it's green then it's cheese, run it up 'til it last
Bitch, I came for the cash, leave a bitch in the past

Finna go and fuck it up like I just bust a nut
Milwaukee green, bitch, I do it for the bucks
I don't really fuck with niggas, I be feeling like Donald Trump
Two F's On my belt, I could give a flying fuck

Bitch my legs hurt, I ain't tryna fuckin' kick it
Send me the fees, watch it flip like gymnastic
I run threw a check, money stretch like elastic
My Cash App been booming since way back from last year

Bitch I'm the goat what the fuck is a beef?
Ay, I'm on fleek like a bitch new weave
If you feeling real froggy, take a hop, better leep
I'll tell a bitch skeet if she ain't got the green

Ay, ball like Miami I'm hotter than heat
Just raped the beat, finna go and bleed the scene
I just threw away the Balmains, it couldn't fit the fees
Love don't sleep here, can't a bitch get a ring?

Bitch, I go dumb like a nigga failed class, huh
Too much racks I can't even keep count
Do the math, add it up, stack it to my bank account
Christian Dior's on my feet, that's your whole rent amount

Pants from Japan on my Tokyo drip
To much drip in this bitch on some Lilo and Stitch
Finna go and hit up Sachs, blow a bag in this bitch
Hit the bank, ATM, get cash in this bitch

I just push start the whip, finna blitz in this bitch
Pants from Japan on my Tokyo drip
Too many racks, bitch, I walk with a limp
Brodie got a drum kit with a dick in this bitch

If you walk in this store how much you spending in this bitch?
We don't love these hoes, we just love counting strips
I been feeling presidential, riding with the windows tint
I don't want no more new friends, I need more Franklins