WaLkiN eXhiBiT lyrics

[Intro]
Let the band play

[Chorus]
Back on my pivot, God be my witness
20 racks tucked in my Amiri britches
Consistently drippin, you might end up slippin
Show off my ice while wave at the b*tches
Hot as a skillet, cold as a frigid
Draped in designer, my taste is exquisite
Make em remember if he forget it
Gun on my waist and I shoot with precision
Run up them digits, me and my n*gglets
We trynna see who gone spend it the quickest
n*gga you trippin, you shop wit a limit
Ya money too short like a snippet or midget
Lil mama pretty plus she the thickest
If this b*tch listen might make her the Mrs
Center of attention, b*tch I’m the slickest
Hoes stop and stare I’m a walking exhibit

[Verse 1]
Might pull in a Bentley, this isn’t a civic
Take off on the cops, they won’t give me a ticket
She say Im a dog but she giving me kitty
I keep showing her racks, she keep showing me titties
She like how I talk, I be speaking explicit
And my ice shining bright, b*tch I really be litty
You can’t walk how I walk, I be kickin my pimpin
You can’t buy what I bought, cause you low on expenses
Jimmy Choo drip-drip
n*ggas ain’t hip-hip
b*tch it cost a grip-grip
Gave da clerk a tip-tip
Point me to da vip-vip
Baby show me nip slips
f*ck her then i dip-dip
Too much on my chip-chip
Pass her to the gang gang
Fifty on my chain mane
Still sending change to my n*ggas in the chain gang
We don’t ball the same, man these n*ggas really lame mane
Spending out ya range, so just stay up in ya lane-lane
Rockin Helmut Lang like a n*gga playing football
Tell the truth, I can tell I got these n*ggas shook dog
n*gga acting tough but he really justa mush ball
Thousand dollar shoes, that’s half a band a foot dog
I might spend it on a fit
You gone give it to the b*tch
And I pop the biggest sh*t
Cause I’m really living rich
But it’s still a whole lotta paper that I gotta get
Still got a whole ‘nother ball that I gotta pitch
Dressed in high fashion, cartier glasses
Took a lil break, now I’m back on they asses
We hop in foreigns and we do dashes
Elegant, so b*tches calling me Cashius
[Chorus]
Back on my pivot, God be my witness
20 racks tucked in my Amiri britches
Consistently drippin, you might end up slippin
Show off my ice while wave at the b*tches
Hot as a skillet, cold as a frigid
Draped in designer, my taste is exquisite
Make em remember if he forget it
Gun on my waist and I shoot with precision
Run up them digits, me and my n*gglets
We trynna see who gone spend it the quickest
n*gga you trippin, you shop wit a limit
Ya money too short like a snippet or midget
Lil mama pretty plus she the thickest
If this b*tch listen might make her the Mrs
Center of attention, b*tch I’m the slickest
Hoes stop and stare I’m a walking exhibi

[Verse 2]
My style isn’t basic, you can’t replicate it
This authentic fabric, yo sh*t fabricated
These n*ggas can’t see me, go tell em get lasic
They falling behind cause they way too complacent
I know they want my shine but I won’t let em take it
b*tch I wanted some cake so I had to go bake it
And I don’t wanna talk if it ain’t bout a payment
I spent five hundred dollars on expensive fragrance
He been balling too hard, someone give him a flagrant
But I don’t play no sport, cartier like a dork
I been f*cking sh*t up in like too many places
Spent a bag in LA, spent a bag in New York
Knock me a b*tch, I take off with ya whore
Way too much drip, leave a sign on the floor
Got way too many racks but I want me some more
My whole crib is covered in brand new decor
I can’t trip off a hoe, I got b*tches galore
Once I f*ck, cut her off, don’t want her anymore
You might put on some sh*t that I already wore
Freshest one in this b*tch when I walk through the door
[Outro]
Back on my pivot, God be my witness
20 racks tucked in my Amiri britches
Consistently drippin, you might end up slippin
Show off my ice while wave at the b*tches
Hot as a skillet, cold as a frigid
Draped in designer, my taste is exquisite
Make em remember if he forget it
Gun on my waist and I shoot with precision (Brrr)
Let the band play