Floyd Mayweather (feat. Travis Scott, Gucci Mane & Gunna)

Aye, aye

This real talk type shit, I swear to God

We just gon' call this shit "Drip," you know what I'm sayin'?

Aye

Aye, little bitch

You ridin' ****' dick like a bitch

Damn, little bitch (Yeah)

You ridin' ****' dick like a bitch

I got six brand new foreigns on my wrist, ah (On my wrist)

I got six Forgiatos on my fist, aye (On my fist)

I got fifty foreign hoes on my dick, aye, uh

I'ma nut in all them hoes, let's have some chicks, aye

**** tried to hit a lick and missed

Tried to run then I caught him like a fish, aye (Caught his ass)

I'ma catch his ass with the whole clip (Blat, blat)

I'ma beat they ass up like Ron Artest, aye

Pussy **** ran like a Miss

I got your bitch up underwater tryna kiss, aye

I'ma gon' and shit and take a piss, aye

We done fucked her legs and fucked her face, aye

Cash out on that whip, I don't want no rent

VVSs hit off that G Star V-neck

Chop, chop the top off that Stingray Corvette

Two bitches with me, they on molly, they on X

Took my foreign to the club, pulled in the VIP

Took some hoes to the hotel and made 'em strip

She sucked me loose, I had to give that bitch a tip

I had to give that bitch a tip

Everybody smashed that ho, that bitch the rip

I'm sellin' purple rain, R.I.P. to Prince (Prince)

When I was behind the fence, they treated me like a prince

So much jewelry on, her pussy gettin' tense (Brr, brr)

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 bitch (Ooh)

I'm from Custer East Atlanta, yeah, the 6 (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 (Grrah, grrah)

Everybody got they passport ready to dip, uh

Europe, UK, twenty-five thousand dollars on a trip

I just, I just found out rats can use they lips

I got, I got, I got me a thirty-round clip

I got one in the head, thirty-one rounds on my hip, aye

Okay, Lil Dora said I was born with the skill, aye

My lawyer say it's guaranteed when he appeal (He appeal)

I got a bad bitch wit' me, and yeah, she strip

Shake it, I tip (Yeah)

I sip, I dip (It's lit)

Rip, I drip (Yeah)

I killed, I

All I eat is lean, la la, 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, 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

I'm in Vegas spendin' thousands on my chips

I can't love these bitches, fell in love the rip

I was, I was, I was doin' this shit just for my peers

I, I would put inside my blood, my sweat, and tears

Do this shit all on my own, don't need no deal

Di-diamonds flawless 'round my neck, gave me a chill

Late-lately, I've been flyin' on them Lears

Flyin' 'cross the world, these bitches killin' me

Aye, flood her bank account with bands 'cause she feelin' me

****, cash on 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 fuckin' air

Cloud nine, **** smokin' like the fuckin' bear

We at the Clearport, you **** never there

I wouldn't even cap, lil' bitch, this our year

I do it for my fam, twenty racks on gifts (Racks on Christmas)

Bitch, we blowin' gas, roll me up a spliff

Now, what you think a young **** grindin' for?

I sip it till I sleep, I might overdose

She made it out the hood and left that dope bowl

Get them bricks from my mama, she got truckloads (Huh?)

Fuck you mean you get it from your mammy, ho? Yeah (Ha-ha-ha)

Aye, diamonds all on my chin, diamonds on my folk

Piercin' in my nose, diamond in my nose

Giuseppe open 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 bitches comin' by the twos

I got a lot of bitches, bomin' by the few

Big di-diamonds but we call 'em jewels

All, all these racks, think I sell dog foods

Drip, I spend thousand on my fuckin' shoes

Pull up in this Ave, it cost the Christian Loubes (Yeah, yeah)

****, watch your mouth, we ain't fuckin' cool

YSL the mafia, that's a fuckin' fool

Take this shit out and shoot