Drip On

(Whiteboy came with the bag like it's Christmas)
Yeah, yeah

I put that shit on, I put that drip on
Niggas'll do anything just to get on
I treat that money like G's I'ma sit on
Whole hundred racks in the mattress, I flip 'em
Fresh like a newborn, I sleep with like two on
Whole lotta Glocks but I just bought a new one
I put that dick in her spine [?]
I need like two more 'cause baby I'm too on
Don't check the score, I keep balling, I keep scoring
Glock got a thirty, spent thirty my left arm
Fuck up the profits, I'm saving the rest of 'em
Lost all my niggas, I ball with the rest of 'em
Gripping the glizzy, the trigger, you catch one
You can't compare, you can see I'm the best one
I got a check pushing loads, that's an and one
These niggas [?] for a handgun
I know you love me, I'm rich and I'm handsome
Grandma, I made it, you proud of your grandson
I took the game and I hold it for ransom
I got that flow, I ran hundreds of bands up
I got a play on the way I gotta answer
Rackzz, he get money, but know he gon' blam some
I need a dime for a verse, get your fans
Whiteboy, he came with a bag just like Santa