Drip Like Dis lyrics

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[Intro: Bankroll Freddie]
Drip like this
Drip like this (Woo)
Gotta have a bag just to drip like this
Gotta have cash just to drip like this
Gotta count a sack just to drip like this
Yo
Ayy, ayy

[Chorus: Bankroll Freddie]
Cost a lil' money, get your drip like this, huh
Icebox drip on my wrist
Walk up in the club and I drip on a b*tch
You know I'm a P, I might pimp on a b*tch
Cost a lil' money, get your drip like this (Drip like this, drip like this)
Cost a lil' money, get your drip like this (Drip like this, drip like this)

[Verse 1: Bankroll Freddie]
Walk up in the club and I drip on a b*tch (Big drip)
Woo, bae, don't sleep, I'm the sh*t (Woo)
All the damn sauce, you can lick on the b*tch (Sauce)
Louis V sneaks, made a tip on a b*tch (Louis)
Ice on my neck, it's a brick on my wrist (Woo)
Yeah, I spent thirty on this (Thirty)
Hope a n*gga don't try to run up real quick, yeah (Baow, baow)
Yeah, Steph Curry in the clip
Canceled out the Gucci, had to go and get Chanel (Yeah)
Maison Margiela like a motherf*ckin' player (Maison)
Dolce & Gabbana, stand out from the square
I'm really in the game, baby, I'm a star player
These jeans that I got on cost a cool rack (Bands)
Mike Amiri jeans with stripes on the side (Woo)
Fendi shirt on, got you matchin' my fly
Hold on, lil' b*tch, don't kill my vibe (Nah)
Woo, woo, drip like this
Never seen a b*tch suck di*k like this
Double hand action and she spit when she twist (Damn)
Never ever seen a freak b*tch like this
Big Bankroll, baby, just call me Freddie
Never seen a young n*gga soul so heavy
Fresh in all white like I'm on my way to Heaven
Thirty thousand dollars in my old school Chevy (Skrrt)
[Chorus: Bankroll Freddie]
Cost a lil' money, get your drip like this, huh
Icebox drip on my wrist
Walk up in the club and I drip on a b*tch
You know I'm a P, I might pimp on a b*tch
Cost a lil' money, get your drip like this (Drip like this, drip like this)
Cost a lil' money, get your drip like this (Drip like this, drip like this)

[Verse 2: Young Dolph]
I spent two million on watches
My walk-in closet look like Neiman Marcus (Damn)
I mixed the Dolce & Gabbana with Prada (Damn)
I came from selling kush out the apartments (Damn)
I made my mama a promise
I was a trap n*gga when I came out of her stomach
Balenciaga my jacket, my jeans, and my runners
In my neighborhood, I run it (It's Dolph)
Gotta have a check just to drip like this (Yeah)
A quarter milli' killed my wrist (Woo)
Dope boy sh*t, you ain't built like this
Fear of God on me 'cause I don't fear sh*t
Woah (Ayy), woah (Ayy), woah (Ayy), woah (Ayy)
I wear the Richard Mille when I'm rockin' Tom Ford (Uh)
I wear the AP when I'm drippin' in Dior (Uh)
This a double-R, don't slam my door (Yeah, yeah)
Left the strip club, lot of money on the floor (Cake)
Bought my b*tch a Rollie and put ice around her throat (Woo)
Drop-top Benz parked at the corner store (Skrrt)
You gotta have a bag just to look like this (Yeah)
sh*t look like glass on my wrist (Water)
We was movin' bags of the gas in the trenches
And all of the Glocks come with an extension (Yeah)
[Chorus: Bankroll Freddie]
Cost a lil' money, get your drip like this, huh
Icebox drip on my wrist
Walk up in the club and I drip on a b*tch
You know I'm a P, I might pimp on a b*tch
Cost a lil' money, get your drip like this (Drip like this, drip like this)
Cost a lil' money, get your drip like this (Drip like this, drip like this)

[Verse 3: Lil Baby]
Cost a lil' money just to drip like this
You know I had to pop my sh*t
Louis store trippin', I just spent 'bout sixty
You know I had to drip my b*tch
Cartier glass and Cartier wrist
I know I got Cartier p*ss
We keep bustin' all the sh*t now
I be puttin' it on, I don't get styled
Woo, woo, closet bigger than a penthouse
I show other n*ggas how to drip now
Sold a lot of pounds and bust my wrist down
I walk in, I feel like I'm the sh*t now
Took a lot of trips just to get like this
Had to buy a bag 'cause the racks don't fit
'Fit so fly, might mack on a b*tch
Pack come in, got the stashhouse filled
Dropped the head on the Rolls truck, came through, killed 'em
Four by four came tall, not a lift-kit
Trackhawk fast, on some young n*gga rich sh*t
Lam' truck look like a shark, I'm a big fish
Wonder is they mad 'cause I'm lit or my b*tch rich?
Or they mad I'm the man how I killed sh*t
'Cause I spent ten bands on an outfit
Or I'm still gettin' cash on bad tip
[Chorus: Bankroll Freddie]
Cost a lil' money, get your drip like this, huh
Icebox drip on my wrist
Walk up in the club and I drip on a b*tch
You know I'm a P, I might pimp on a b*tch
Cost a lil' money, get your drip like this (Drip like this, drip like this)
Cost a lil' money, get your drip like this (Drip like this, drip like this)
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