Music Video

Featured In

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Vocals
Solo Lucci
Solo Lucci
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Songwriter
Floyd Bentley
Floyd Bentley
Songwriter
Lyrica Anderson
Lyrica Anderson
Songwriter
Christopher Dotson
Christopher Dotson
Songwriter
Michael Dorsey
Michael Dorsey
Songwriter
Bobby Joseph Turner, Jr.
Bobby Joseph Turner, Jr.
Songwriter
Caleb Nordelus
Caleb Nordelus
Songwriter
Michael "Tecknics" Hernandez
Michael "Tecknics" Hernandez
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brian Springer
Brian Springer
Recording Engineer
Floyd Bentley
Floyd Bentley
Producer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Ryan Kaul
Ryan Kaul
Assistant Engineer
Maddox Chhim
Maddox Chhim
Assistant Engineer
Christopher Dotson
Christopher Dotson
Producer
Khemasis
Khemasis
Producer
The MeKanics
The MeKanics
Producer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Wrist, trill, wrist, trill
Wrist, trill, wrist, drippin' and drippin'
Wrist, skrrt, skrrt, tip, four, tip, wrist
Drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin, drippin', woo
[Verse 2]
My wrist 'bout 30 below, why would I be worried 'bout hoes?
And if you ain't ever leanin', swervin' in traffic, you ain't felt that dirty before
Catch me tippin' on 4's, diamond drippin', prolly sippin' on 4's
Ferragamo slippers dipped 'em in gold with so many women, think I'm pimpin' on hoes
[Verse 3]
Cause my wrist still drippin', 44's still tip
In the cut with my hitters, no they do not miss
I'm a champagne pourin' ****, I love big asses and tits (Show me them tities)
And if you're here just to witness, I just promise this
[Verse 4]
Hold my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44's tip
Hold my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44's tip
[Verse 5]
No he not ballin' like us, who the fuck he think he is?
You gotta come to my city, you gotta see how we live (Pull up with the drug dealers)
You should just come on the bed, I should just fuck you right now
Oh just forget what I said, I just be thinkin' out loud
Thinkin' out loud, thinkin' out loud
Can I hit in the mirror? Yeah, I wanna see your body clearer
Let's think out loud, think out loud
Got my wrist doin' 85 in a 35, 35, 35
[Verse 6]
Wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44's tip
Hold my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44's tip
[Verse 7]
My wrist 30 below, it cost 'bout 40
It's 50 on me, my neck is retarded
But **** I'm geeked, my bitch is a baller
But she from the streets so don't get her started
Handcuffs like I got arrested homie
Ferragamo's on me, got me flexin' on 'em
Mud, mud, I got all these taxes on me
Diamonds shinin', that's them VVS's on me
Leanin' off Activis, tippin' on fours
Thinkin' 'bout when them hoes used to sleep on me like mattresses
But that's how it go, now I'm gettin' that dough
And I'm 'bout to count up like it's calculus
(Actually) I got my name off that trappin' shit
But I got the fame off this rappin' shit
Now my watch and my chain is immaculate
[Verse 8]
Bitch go ahead look at my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44's tip
Hold my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44's tip
Wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44's tip
Written by: Bobby Joseph Turner, Jr., Caleb Nordelus, Chris Brown, Christopher Dotson, Floyd Bentley, Irvin Whitlow, Lyrica Anderson, Michael Dorsey, Michael Hernandez
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out