Certified Dripper lyrics

[Intro]
Uh
Uh
(DDot cold as a motherf*cker, on God)

[Chorus]
Bad-b*tch getter, woo, real rich n*gga, ooh
Hellcat whipper, mm, certified dripper
Exotic b*tch, she come from overseas, I'm sexin' her
A baggery, I'm in my bag, I'm pickin' cash up
A n*gga play, I'm shootin' a movie just like Pamela
And if she stay down with me, we might cherish her

[Verse 1]
I'm whackin' her
b*tch get out of line, you know I'm smackin' her
She know I ain't toleratin' all that actin' up
Can't do nothin' but pray, I'm losin' faith when it come to love
Young n*gga, I stayed down, I'm gettin' big bucks
Rich n*gga changed up, now he glisted up
Got a bag put up, main b*tch tucked
And you can't name nobody in the city that came and b*tched us
And you can't name nan' n*gga that ever dissed us
And I be tryin' to play it cool, but it still don't fix nothin'
I'm goin' to school, breakin' the rules with that stick tucked
I play it cool, but can't believe these n*ggas b*tched up, these n*ggas b*tched up
Rich n*gga, n*ggas transgenders, can't deal with 'em
Remember chasin' five figures, now I got six figures
Real members, really pulled triggers, really killed n*ggas
Asked me for some money, so I gave it, certified giver
We been pushin' P before it dropped, n*gga, this real pimpin'
Rather get caught with it than without, but this ain't Scottie Pippen
Awful lot of syrup, but this a whole lot of drug dealin'
Doin' bad to make it right, they tryna turn me to a villain
[Chorus]
Bad-b*tch getter, woo, real rich n*gga, ooh
Hellcat whipper, mm, certified dripper
Exotic b*tch, she come from overseas, I'm sexin' her
A baggery, I'm in my bag, I'm pickin' cash up
A n*gga play, I'm shootin' a movie just like Pamela
And if she stay down with me, we might cherish her

[Verse 2]
Get your carats up, n*gga
And where I grew was rough, this realer
Diamond in the rough, but now you know my diamonds bust
Section 8, project baby, I grew up f*ckin' sl*ts
I never paid attention to the hate, don't amount to nothin'
I'm steady chasin' coins, run it up, no Temple Run
b*tch, you gon' get these ones, pus*y ho, you gotta shake it
Make it storm, weatherman, you gon' have to rake it
All these diamonds wrapped down on my arm, she gon' come through naked
Servin' what I put up on my charm, they gon' have to rate it
Seven Super Bowl rings on like I'm Tom Brady
Know she gotta keep a thong on if she gon' be my lady
I be tryna put that tongue on her, but she actin' crazy
Had to go and ring the alarm on her like she Beyoncé
Say that I can hit it if I bring her homie BOA
Havin' double digits, Bubba packs, and big ol' .308s