Look at all this drip, they don't know how much it cost
I don't have a job but I still feel like a boss
I can't leave the crib 'cause they know that I'm a star
If it's ever beef, we gon' pull up where you are
Look at all this drip, they don't know how much it cost
I don't have a job but I still feel like a boss
I can't leave the crib 'cause they know that I'm a star
If it's ever beef, we gon' pull up where you are
And the roof, it came with stars, homie smoking out the jar
Like my chain with a charm, [?] look at my arm
And my crib so fucking big, think that shit came with a farm

Balenciagas on my feet when I'm rocking Mary Gs
Gucci on the shirt, leather seats on the Ferrari
I can't leave the crib, everyday I throw a party
I'ma fuck his bitch and I prolly won't say sorry
Diamonds me, I'm making 20 a week
Look at this drip, bitch, you do not have for free
I get the guap a lot, I get to shop a lot
I like to show off, I don't talk a lot
Bitch, I am a boss I don't have a fucking job
All this fucking wallet that I'm drippin', get a mop
Get a mop for this shit, 'cause I'm drippin' like a leak
I walk into the club, tell your bitch to take a seat

Look at all this drip, they don't know how much it cost
I don't have a job but I still feel like a boss
I can't leave the crib 'cause they know that I'm a star
If it's ever beef, we gon' pull up where you are
Look at all this drip, they don't know how much it cost
I don't have a job but I still feel like a boss
I can't leave the crib 'cause they know that I'm a star
If it's ever beef, we gon' pull up where you are
And the roof, it came with stars, homie smoking out the jar
Like my chain with a charm, [?] look at my arm
And my crib so fucking big, think that shit came with a farm

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
They used to hate me when I was small
Now there's some people watching me ball
Now his fuckin' bitch always wanna call
Yeah, I'm on my grind, yeah, I can never fall
They was steady hating, I don't wanna roll
Gotta get my bacon, selling out shows
I can't trust no soul, run up, let the pole blow
Diamonds on my neck, bitch, I make it fuckin' snow
Yeah, I got no bros, yeah, I got no hoes
Big boss livin' alone, don't hit my phone
Went ghost mode, Gucci wallet can't fold
Bitch you ran up and you told, Gucci wallet can't fold

Look at all this drip, they don't know how much it cost
I don't have a job but I still feel like a boss
I can't leave the crib 'cause they know that I'm a star
If it's ever beef, we gon' pull up where you are
Look at all this drip, they don't know how much it cost
I don't have a job but I still feel like a boss
I can't leave the crib 'cause they know that I'm a star
If it's ever beef, we gon' pull up where you are
And the roof, it came with stars, homie smoking out the jar
Like my chain with a charm, [?] look at my arm
And my crib so fucking big, think that shit came with a farm