Drip

IMO, IMO, IMO Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Move back, 'cause the drip too hard They just mad, 'bout to shine like a star Put my hands in the air, make me wanna scream, "yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah" Make me wanna just scream, "yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah" Make me wanna scream, "yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah" We bring it back Hop on the track Take time, look into your eyes We feeling it We get lit Just wait, caught feelings for you tonight Lifestyle is a mad one Came through with a bad one I'm an update, to your downgrade You are like an S3 Samsung Lifestyle crazy I pull up in a range or Maybe I ruin up the sky, we flyin' high I be taking flights, it's only right Money on my mind, it's only right Money on my mind, it's only right Know it's only right, "yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah" Move back, 'cause the drip too hard They just mad, 'bout to shine like a star Put my hands in the air, make me wanna scream, "yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah" Make me wanna just scream, "yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah" Make me wanna scream, "yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah" I know they mad 'cause ya boy he got the foreign bars Know they mad 'cause I pull up in the foreign cars Like the foreign cars, my foreign bars they going fast Foreign bars they going fast Foreign cars they going fast I'm dripping and dripping and I can't control it The phone be vibrating like somebody calling So my jewelry stay frozen so she knows I'm balling Keep your girl from me, bro that's the warning, ah yeah Iced chain, 'cause I pull up in a big range Iced rims, so they know that someone getting paid Iced out, from my head to my toe Call Vogue, 'cause I think I'm 'bout to blow White diamonds on my wrist, on the back and front Probably why they always hate on me White diamonds on my wrist, on the back and front Probably why they always hate on me 'Cause I'm living in the top of the world I ain't ever coming down, I'm trying to be honest I'm just living in the top of the world I ain't ever coming down, come on man, she on it My wrist is fully froze Talking about the chicks, man, I get lots of those Six-figure rapper from fifteen If music was a drug I would've overdosed Move back, 'cause the drip too hard They just mad, 'bout to shine like a star Put my hands in the air, make me wanna scream, "yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah" Make me wanna just scream, "yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah" Make me wanna scream, "yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah"