(And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube)
Bitch
F*ck with me, I'll f*ck around and I'll f*ck yo' bitch
He ain't do his research, he ain't know I'm lit
Plain black T-shirt with no logo, he ain't know this Rick
Huh, I'm like, "Where ya ho go?" He ain't know I hit
I'ma hit the road, go city to city 'til I get rich
These hoes on go, she hop on the bus and then get clipped
Got caught with a pole, but the judge gave me a slap on the wrist
Spend the money on clothes, gotta be a rich nigga to copy my drip
I just had a son, and this shit is so damn fun (uh-huh)
Gotta keep it safe, I done locked up all my guns (uh-huh)
We countin' bread and these niggas countin' crumbs (uh-huh)
I want some head, 'fore I get up in them buns
Nigga, that's mandatory, I pulled up in a Maybach (mm)
Yeah, that's in the story (ooh), you know what I did
I hope this bitch don't put me on Maury (okay)
I hit and I slid, this bitch came back just like a chorus
And that pussy ain't mid, I don't wanna pull out, but I can't afford it
F*ck with me, I'll f*ck around and I'll f*ck yo' bitch
He ain't do his research, he ain't know I'm lit
Plain black T-shirt with no logo, he ain't know this Rick
Huh, I'm like, "Where ya ho go?" He ain't know I hit
I'ma hit the road, go city to city 'til I get rich
These hoes on go, she hop on the bus and then get clipped
Got caught with a pole, but the judge gave me a slap on the wrist
Spend the money on clothes, gotta be a rich nigga to copy my drip
Ain't nothin' cheap on me, these jeans Balenciaga (uh-huh)
I keep three zeros behind every single comma, yeah, okay
I got a partner, not no f*ckin' baby mama (uh-huh)
They ask me when we gon' get married, when we wanna, yeah, okay
If you a nigga in my business, then you gay
My music streamin' and you mad, I feel your rage
I just went gold like a bottle of Ace of Spades
Can't hit no ho, 'cause I love my-
Bitch
F*ck with me, I'll f*ck around and I'll f*ck yo' bitch
He ain't do his research, he ain't know I'm lit
Plain black T-shirt with no logo, he ain't know this Rick
Huh, I'm like, "Where ya ho go?" He ain't know I hit
I'ma hit the road, go city to city 'til I get rich
These hoes on go, she hop on the bus and then get clipped
Got caught with a pole, but the judge gave me a slap on the wrist
Spend the money on clothes, gotta be a rich nigga to copy my drip
copy my drip Video (MV)
Performed By: DDG
Language: English
Length: 2:18
Written by: Cashmere Lavon Small, Darryl Granberry Jr., Ian Simpson, Jack Bat, Jamison Baken, Jonah Abraham, Joshuah Melnick, Kara Jackson, Mark Jacob Lenderman, Romil Hemnani
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(And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube)
Bitch
F*ck with me, I'll f*ck around and I'll f*ck yo' bitch
He ain't do his research, he ain't know I'm lit
Plain black T-shirt with no logo, he ain't know this Rick
Huh, I'm like, "Where ya ho go?" He ain't know I hit
I'ma hit the road, go city to city 'til I get rich
These hoes on go, she hop on the bus and then get clipped
Got caught with a pole, but the judge gave me a slap on the wrist
Spend the money on clothes, gotta be a rich nigga to copy my drip
I just had a son, and this shit is so damn fun (uh-huh)
Gotta keep it safe, I done locked up all my guns (uh-huh)
We countin' bread and these niggas countin' crumbs (uh-huh)
I want some head, 'fore I get up in them buns
Nigga, that's mandatory, I pulled up in a Maybach (mm)
Yeah, that's in the story (ooh), you know what I did
I hope this bitch don't put me on Maury (okay)
I hit and I slid, this bitch came back just like a chorus
And that pussy ain't mid, I don't wanna pull out, but I can't afford it
F*ck with me, I'll f*ck around and I'll f*ck yo' bitch
He ain't do his research, he ain't know I'm lit
Plain black T-shirt with no logo, he ain't know this Rick
Huh, I'm like, "Where ya ho go?" He ain't know I hit
I'ma hit the road, go city to city 'til I get rich
These hoes on go, she hop on the bus and then get clipped
Got caught with a pole, but the judge gave me a slap on the wrist
Spend the money on clothes, gotta be a rich nigga to copy my drip
Ain't nothin' cheap on me, these jeans Balenciaga (uh-huh)
I keep three zeros behind every single comma, yeah, okay
I got a partner, not no f*ckin' baby mama (uh-huh)
They ask me when we gon' get married, when we wanna, yeah, okay
If you a nigga in my business, then you gay
My music streamin' and you mad, I feel your rage
I just went gold like a bottle of Ace of Spades
Can't hit no ho, 'cause I love my-
Bitch
F*ck with me, I'll f*ck around and I'll f*ck yo' bitch
He ain't do his research, he ain't know I'm lit
Plain black T-shirt with no logo, he ain't know this Rick
Huh, I'm like, "Where ya ho go?" He ain't know I hit
I'ma hit the road, go city to city 'til I get rich
These hoes on go, she hop on the bus and then get clipped
Got caught with a pole, but the judge gave me a slap on the wrist
Spend the money on clothes, gotta be a rich nigga to copy my drip
Bitch
F*ck with me, I'll f*ck around and I'll f*ck yo' bitch
He ain't do his research, he ain't know I'm lit
Plain black T-shirt with no logo, he ain't know this Rick
Huh, I'm like, "Where ya ho go?" He ain't know I hit
I'ma hit the road, go city to city 'til I get rich
These hoes on go, she hop on the bus and then get clipped
Got caught with a pole, but the judge gave me a slap on the wrist
Spend the money on clothes, gotta be a rich nigga to copy my drip
I just had a son, and this shit is so damn fun (uh-huh)
Gotta keep it safe, I done locked up all my guns (uh-huh)
We countin' bread and these niggas countin' crumbs (uh-huh)
I want some head, 'fore I get up in them buns
Nigga, that's mandatory, I pulled up in a Maybach (mm)
Yeah, that's in the story (ooh), you know what I did
I hope this bitch don't put me on Maury (okay)
I hit and I slid, this bitch came back just like a chorus
And that pussy ain't mid, I don't wanna pull out, but I can't afford it
F*ck with me, I'll f*ck around and I'll f*ck yo' bitch
He ain't do his research, he ain't know I'm lit
Plain black T-shirt with no logo, he ain't know this Rick
Huh, I'm like, "Where ya ho go?" He ain't know I hit
I'ma hit the road, go city to city 'til I get rich
These hoes on go, she hop on the bus and then get clipped
Got caught with a pole, but the judge gave me a slap on the wrist
Spend the money on clothes, gotta be a rich nigga to copy my drip
Ain't nothin' cheap on me, these jeans Balenciaga (uh-huh)
I keep three zeros behind every single comma, yeah, okay
I got a partner, not no f*ckin' baby mama (uh-huh)
They ask me when we gon' get married, when we wanna, yeah, okay
If you a nigga in my business, then you gay
My music streamin' and you mad, I feel your rage
I just went gold like a bottle of Ace of Spades
Can't hit no ho, 'cause I love my-
Bitch
F*ck with me, I'll f*ck around and I'll f*ck yo' bitch
He ain't do his research, he ain't know I'm lit
Plain black T-shirt with no logo, he ain't know this Rick
Huh, I'm like, "Where ya ho go?" He ain't know I hit
I'ma hit the road, go city to city 'til I get rich
These hoes on go, she hop on the bus and then get clipped
Got caught with a pole, but the judge gave me a slap on the wrist
Spend the money on clothes, gotta be a rich nigga to copy my drip
Writer: Cashmere Lavon Small, Darryl Granberry Jr., Ian Simpson, Jack Bat, Jamison Baken, Jonah Abraham, Joshuah Melnick, Kara Jackson, Mark Jacob Lenderman, Romil Hemnani
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC