Two accounts (hey)
Drip or drown (hey)
Cool quarter mill in my Goyard duffle
New Fendi runners, I feel athletic
Got twenty-one bitches, I must be a savage
Goyard pouch (hey)
Shop around (hey)

Shoppin’ at Barney, I drip like a model
They say lately I been lookin’ like dollars

Pinstripe high waters, I dress like a golfer
Goyard pouch (hey)
Baby blue Jag made my mom feel better
Large amounts, ooh
FN ain’t plastic, put him in a casket
Drip or drown, ooh
Shop around (hey)
We ride in foreigns, ain’t no more Impalas
Look at your bitch through these Dior bifocals
We move too fast, it get slimy as ever
I got woodgrain on my Damier Buckle

Large amounts, ooh
Drip or drown, ooh
[Chorus]
Run through this cash like family don’t matter
Yeah, yeah
Run that shit up, bought my partner a Patek
Vibes in LA, Gunna fuckin’ the baddest
Doctor told me I got l lean in my bladder
2018 and that Porsche Carrera
I got your back, feel the same pain together
Life is too grimy, I watch for the devil
It’s a Rolls Royce, and it comes with umbrellas
Blowin’ this cash, it was times we ain’t have it
Racks in the quarter ounce (hey)
Pop off the tag, my partner just swear
[Intro]
VVS damn they pointers in my bezel
Killin’ these hoes, need to call paramedics
[Verse 2]
I wiped his nose quickly, pass him a napkin (slime)
Lifetime of hats ’cause you always be cappin’
Designer down, ooh
Niggas ain’t eatin’, stop cappin’, you ain’t fastin’
Designer down, ooh
[Verse 1]
I get me some Henn, she bend that shit over
Got an addiction, in love with this fashion

Watch how I drip when I hit that Met Gala
Codeine I sip with my lip, don’t get splattered
Pourin’ this Hi-Tech, I’m sippin’, relaxin’
Drip or drown (hey)
Cook in the kitchen, the dope smell like acid
Fucked a snow bunny at my show at Coachella
Two accounts (hey)
[Chorus]
Can’t get no sleep ’cause my life is all action
Racks in the quarter ounce (hey)
Prayin’ for all of my bros like we Catholic
I won again so you still gotta shuffle
Born with the drip and just learned how to hustle
See how shit happened, I made it in rappin’
They ain’t have the new born but I got baby bottles