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 [Intro solo lucci & chris brown] 
Wrist, drip, wrist, dip 
Wrist, drip, wrist, drippin' and drippin' 
Wrist skrr, skrr tip, four tip, wrist 
Drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin, drippin'. 
[Verse 1 solo lucci] 
My wrist 'bout 30 below, why would I be worried 'bout hoes? 
And if you ain't ever leaning, swerving in traffic, you ain't sip that dirty before 
Catch me tipping 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 2 chris brown] 
Cause my wrist still drippin', 44's still tip 
In the cut with my hittas, no they do not miss 
I'm a champagne pourin' nigga, I love big asses and tits (show me them tities) 
And if you're here just to witness, I just promise this. 
[Hook chris brown] 
Hold my wrist, tip, four, tip 
Wrist, drip, 44's tip 
On my wrist, tip, four tip 
Wrist drip, 44's tip. 
[Verse 2 chris brown] 
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 thinking out loud 
Thinking out loud, thinking 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. 
[Hook chris brown] 
Wrist, tip, four, tip 
Wrist, drip, 44's tip 
On my wrist, tip, four tip 
Wrist drip, 44's tip. 
[Verse 3 solo lucci] 
My wrist 30 below, it cost about 40 
Get 50 on me, my neck is retarded 
But nigga I don't get it, my bitch is a baller 
But she from the streets so don't get us 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 shining that's for vvs' only 
Leanin' off activis, tippin' on four, thinkin' 'bout winter how you just sleep on it like mattresses 
But that's how it go, I'm gettin' that dough and I'm 'bout to count up like it's calculus 
I got my name out that trappin' shit but I got the fame out this rappin' shit 
Now my watch and my chain is immaculate. 
[Hook chris brown] 
Wrist, tip, four, tip 
Wrist, drip, 44's tip 
On my wrist, tip, four tip 
Wrist drip, 44's tip 
Wrist, tip, four, tip 
Wrist, drip, 44's tip 
On my wrist, tip, four tip 
Wrist drip, 44's tip. 
            
 
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