Trina — Watch The Drip

30 hanging out the ride side All my choppas ducking, they don't like guys Getting to the chicken like i'm popeyes Gotta hit the kitchen make the block hot Went jewelery shopping in paris (ooh) All of my bitches rock karats (ooh) These niggas love my appearance (ooh) I be brushing up on my new metrics (ayy) I ain't been getting no sleep, I was on the run from the police You was on the run in the nose bleeds You a rat, but you ain't getting no cheese I'm cute but I be with the OG's You ain't getting the pussy, nigga proceed I know all the bitches that you go see Nigga run your money up and smoke weed Drippin on these hoes, I'm dr-drippin on these hoes I just pulled another four, I'm t-tippin on fo-fours Your bitch round here with that booger sugar dripping from her nose I make messes where I step, sauce dripping from my toes (uh) Tell the bitch hit me up if you need me She sent a DM, I ain't read it Ya I'm cool, but I'm kinda conceited Caught a wave and they trying to repeat it I came in the came with a check on me I'm the one, lil bitch, you can bet on it When my name come up, put some respect on it Bad wrist, bout to drop a patek on it (ooh) Can't name another bitch as cold as me Your bitch high cause I roll the weed Shit I drive, came from over seas My new whip is just for me, ain't got no other seats 28 inches, I'm Pocahontas 28 grams, I'm smokahontas Before I could how to read, I knew how to count it I got up out the rolls [?] up out it I think I'm the shit and I must be Cause I ain't met a bitch that could touch me I hope bitches good at math, I got problems for these hoes I be making bitches mad, I got drama for these hoes Boy, these hoes ain't got no cash, I got commas on these hoes I go fuck off with your daddy, bitch I'm mamma to these hoes You just tryna get some pussy, nigga sit down and be humble Ain't not fucking me for free, what tax bracket is you under? I want blunts, I want hundreds, I want some bundles and a frontal I could get that shit myself, but I would rather spend his money I'm a racked up boss bitch, act tough you off bitch You can't go to war with me, you broke, and that shit costs bitch I'm a racked up boss bitch, act tough you off bitch You can't go to war with me, you broke, and that shit costs bitch I hope bitches good at math, I got problems for these hoes I be making bitches mad, I got drama for these hoes Boy, these hoes ain't got no cash, I got commas on these hoes I got fuck off with your daddy, bitch I'm mamma to these hoes Tell these bitches get they're bread up or get they're head bust I be piling up them blue hunnids in the red duffle All you bitches like to talk, but you bitches scared of us He can't diss me if he licked me, keep it real i fed niggas If he try to disrespect me, it's gon be some dead niggas Ain't no need to be repeated, you heard what I said nigga Ya nigga they seen her, riding round with that Nina Send your nigga to rehab, this pussy good and he feening Trina