Drip Sauce

Yeah
Rocktee 'bout to run it up
Yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah
Drip sauce, big boss
Pockets, Rick Ross
Rollie don’t tick tock
Flip flop, drip drop
Drip sauce, big boss
Pockets, Rick Ross
Rollie don’t tick tock
Flip flop, drip drop
Drip drip, when I sip sip (Sip)
Lookin' for your girl, she tryna get lit (Get lit)
Later on get hit, bitch, I’m too piped (Bitch, I’m too piped)
Tell everybody then, baby, 'cause you’re too hot (You're too hot)
Gotta be on top to get to the cream
I’m just a young nigga livin' his dream
Had to find out that this life wasn’t it seems, uh
Pass me the lean
Heard she a fiend, feed her a bean, yeah (Feed her a bean)
Feed her the team
Don’t give her no cream, don’t sell her no dream (We don’t sell her no dream)
I hop in the Bentley and I head to the green, I’m feelin' so green,
yeah (Feelin' so green)
Lookin' for love in all the wrong places, don’t got no rings (No bag)
That chopper be diggin' your house for sure, don’t let that bitch sing
Me and my brothers so close together, no in-between (No, no, nah' mean?)
Drip sauce, big boss
Pockets, Rick Ross
Rollie don’t tick tock
Flip flop, drip drop
Drip sauce, big boss
Pockets, Rick Ross
Rollie don’t tick tock
Flip flop, drip drop
They been leanin', she a Neiman demon
Tryna eat some semen on the way to Venus
White 'Rari, like to call it Pegas'
On the way to Vegas, tryna turn some pages
Turn the chapter, turn her backwards
Beat her mouth, then I hit it after
I’ve been drippin', slippin'
Then to business, ain’t nobody dappin'
Uh, yeah, too fresh for the grave
I was born to be paid (Born to be paid)
Section 8 to a maid, yeah, yeah yeah
Drip sauce, big boss
Pockets, Rick Ross
Rollie don’t tick tock
Flip flop, drip drop
Drip sauce, big boss
Pockets, Rick Ross
Rollie don’t tick tock
Flip flop, drip drop
Rocktee 'bout to run it up