Drip In My Step Lyrics

Sauce in my walk hear the drip in my step

Sauce in my walk hear the drip in my step

Sauce in my walk hear the drip in my step

Saucing when I'm walking hear that drip in my step yeah

I got the gas and I've been smoking tough

Smoking all day baby I ain't smoked enough

I need perfection so baby don't rush

Treat you like my beats baby I'll be it up

She got flavor like a sour strip

I wanna take you on a trip

I love my girl she the baddest bitch

Yeah I'm on a power trip

New money so I buy new shit

Need a brand whip and a brand new bitch

With a brand new crib for the whole team to live in

I need to be on my shit

I smoke weed like I'm taylor gang

If I want it than it's not a thing

I need money like the money team

Weed and money yeah I love my green

And my girl need diamond ring

Need a home movie theatre with a hundred foot screen

I need a maid just to cook and clean

I'm on the way I'm with my team

Talk about haters like it's not a good thing

I got sauce pass me the plate

Something like a cook boy I need my cake

Drip in my step I be causing a wave

Running to the money like it's a race

Boy you goofy get out my face

I got sauce you can't have a taste

Been the same dudes since pre-k

Sauce in my walk hear that drip in my step

Sauce in my walk hear that drip in my step

Sauce in my walk hear that drip in my step

Sauce in my walk hear that drip in my step

I got the juice and it's mixed in my drink

I got a wood I'm a fill it with tree

That bitch acting up she can't kick it with me

On to something new that bitch is history

I need this money like everyday

I don't fuck with you see the look on my face

I don't share weed ima smoke it to the face

They love me I don't know what to say

Think I got them mad cause I'm on this game

Think I got them mad cause I made my lane

Thinking I'm mad see the smile on my face

I don't know you we do not relate

Five hundred for the belt that's around my waist

Need the money now I cannot wait

If you need that meet me by the gate

Young white boy and I'm from the eight

I'm just me I don't know how to fake

I know I'm great not worried about the hate

Make sure my aunt straight ima get her anything

I got the game underneath my wings

I got the true stamped on buy jeans

I got the polo on my T

My flow so cold it's icy

Jump in that bitch like a trampoline

Ima bounce off that like a spring

Ima eat my bitch like a zing

Your girl love it when I sing

Ima do this shit for my team