Floyd Mayweather歌詞

作詞 : Jeffrey Williams/Bryan Lamar Simmons/Radric Davis/Sergio Kitchens/Wesley Glass/Eduardo Burgess/Jonathan De La Rosa/Devante Wilkes
作曲 : Bryan Lamar Simmons/Radric Davis/Wesley Glass/Sergio Kitchens/Eduardo Burgess/Jonathan De La Rosa/Devante Wilkes/Jeffrey Williams
製作人 : Goose/Wheezy/TM88/Billboard Hitmakers
混音 : Alexander Tumay
編程 : Goose/Wheezy/TM88/Billboard Hitmakers/Jeffrey Williams
監製 : Jeffrey Williams
母帶工程師 : Joe LaPorta
人聲 : Young Thug
Ayy, ayy
This real talk type sh*t, I swear to God
We just gon' call this sh*t "Drip," you know what I'm sayin'?
Ayy, ayy
Little b*tch (Drip), you ridin' n*ggas' d*ck like a b*tch (Drip), damn
Little b*tch (Yeah), you ridin' n*ggas d*ck like a b*tch (Yeah)
(Wheezy Beats)
I got, six brand new foreigns on my wrist, ah (On my wrist)
I got six Forgiatos on my fist, ayy (On my fist)
I got fifty foreign hoes on my d*ck, ayy, uh (Yah-yah, yah-yah-yah-yah-yah)
I'ma nut in all them hoes, let's have some chicks (Ooh), ayy
N*gga tried to hit a lick and missed (Blat)
Tried to run then I caught him like a fish (Caught his *ss), ayy
I'ma catch his *ss with the whole clip (Blat, blat)
I'ma beat they *ss up like Ron Artest (Mwah), ayy
***** n*gga ran like a Miss (Hah)
I got your b*tch up underwater tryna kiss (Mwah, mwah), ayy
I'ma gon' and sh*t and take a piss (Mwah, mwah), ayy
We done ****ed her legs and ****ed her face (Woo, woo), ayy
Cash out on that whip, I don't want no rent (I don't want no rent, yeah)
VVSs hit off that G Star V-neck (Star V-neck, yeah-yeah)
Chop, chop the top off that Stingray Corvette (Stingray Corvette, skrrt, yeah)
Two ******* with me, they on molly, they on X (They on X, yeah)
Took my foreign to the club, pulled in the VIP (Pulled in the VIP, yeah)
Took some ho to the hotel and made 'em strip (And made 'em strip, yeah)
She sucked me loose I had to give that b*tch a tip (Yeah, yeah-yeah)
I had to give that b*tch a tip (Yeah)
Everybody smashed that ho, that b*tch the rip (Yeah-yeah)
I'm sellin' purple rain, to Prince (Prince)
When I was behind the fence, they treated me like a prince (Woo)
So much jewelry on, her p*ssy gettin' tense (Burr, burr)
1017's the ones you don't wanna diss (Nope, nope)
And you can never be like 'Wop, you little snitch (You little snitch)
You make me mad, I have a threesome with your b*tch (Ooh)
I'm from Custer East Atlanta, yeah, the 6 (Yeah, yeah, the 6)
I make one brick turn to two, I know a trick (Skrrt, skrrt)
The walking lick, my chopper is my walkin' stick (Grra, grra)
Everybody got they passport ready to dip, uh
Europe, UK, twenty-five thousand dollars on a trip (Yeah, yeah)
I just, I just found out rats can use they lips (Yeah)
I got, I got, I got me a thirty round clip (Pew-pew)
I got one in the head, thirty-one rounds on my hip, ayy (Yeah, on my hip)
Okay, Lil Dora said I was born with the skill, ayy
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
My lawyer say it's guaranteed when he appeal (He appeal)
I got a bad b*tch wit' me, and yeah, she strip
Shake it (Yeah), I tip (Yeah)
I sip (Yeah, yeah), I dip (It's lit)
Rip, I drip (Yeah)
I killed, I...
All I eat is lean, no lie, and pills (Oh my God)
Put that, put that in my girl (Straight up)
Makin' porno videos and takin' stills (Yeah)
Turn that, turn that to a film (Drip)
Yeah, anywhere we go (Yeah)
I bring the snow
I fill your nose (Straight up)
Ether, howdy my mamacita (Yeah, yeah)
Stay away Lucifer (It's lit), she sexy in that all white beater (Yeah)
Dynamite no whine up (Yeah)
Have you fly from India, have you fly from China
I won't feel you honestly, strap up 49er
Pew, pew-pew-pew-pew-pew, pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-ka-ka
I'm in Vegas spendin' thousands on my chips (All on chips)
I can't love these *******, fell in love the rip (Love the rip)
I was, I was, I was doin' this **** just for my peers
I, I would put inside my blood, my sweat, my tears (Sweat and tears)
Do this sh*t all on my own, don't need no deal (Don't need no deal)
Di', diamonds flawless 'round my neck, gave me a chill (Me a chill)
Late, lately, I've been flyin' on them Lears (On them Lears)
Flyin' 'cross the world, these b*tches killin' me
Flood her bank account with bands 'cause she feelin' me (Feelin' me)
*****, cash on delivery (Delivery)
If it's a snake on my clothes then it's double G
I don't like police hoes, ain't no cuffin' me
All my diamonds dancin' like they Bruce Lee (Wah)
Check out my smile, I got some new teeth
Pop a molly now I'm in the ****in' air
Cloud nine, n*gga smokin' like the ****in' bear
We at the Clearport, you n*ggas never there (*****s never there)
I wouldn't even cap, lil' b*tch, this our year (This our year)
I do it for my fam, twenty racks on gifts (Racks on Christmas)
B*tch, we blowin' gas, roll me up a spliff (Roll me up a spliff)
Now, what you think a young ***** grindin' for?
(What you think I'm grindin' for?)
I sip it 'til I sleep, I might overdose (I might overdose)
She made it out the hood and left that **** bowl (She left that **** bowl)
Get them bricks from my mama, she got truckloads (Huh?)
Ayy, **** you mean you get it from your mammy, ho? Yeah (Hahaha)
Ayy, diamonds all on my chin, diamonds on my folk
Piercin' in my nose, diamond in my nose (In my nose)
Giuseppe open toes, diamonds on my toes (Diamonds on my toes)
I just got a family pack of Jimmy Choos, damn
I just bought a chopper and I'm ready to use it, damn
I got a lot of b*tches comin' by the twos
I got a lot of b*tches, bomin' by the few (Few)
Big di', diamonds but we call 'em jewels (Call 'em jewels)
All, all these racks, think I sell dog foods (I sell dog food)
Drip, I spend thousand on my ****in' shoes (Three thousand on shoes)
Pull up in this Ave, it cost the Christian Loubes (Yeah, yeah)
N*gga, watch your mouth, we ain't ****in' cool (****in' cool)
YSL the mafia, that's a ****in' fool (****in' fools)
Take this sh*t out and shoot (Grra, grra, grra)