Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song TipTop , by - Brianna Perry. Release date: 13.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
TipTop |
| Let the BandPlay |
| CeeO (Street) |
| Brianna |
| Wrist offset, real wet, drip drop, yeah (Yeah) |
| Givenchy, get off me, stay tip top, yeah (Yeah) |
| At Saks Fifth, don’t got shit your bitch got, yeah (Yeah) |
| That big bag, no old money, don’t hit clocks, yeah (Yeah) |
| Your nigga salty, I grabbed the check and I dipped off |
| His face all in it, his lips is drippin', no lip gloss |
| These Saint Laurent, bitch, you still be coppin' them flip-flops |
| My wrist is drippin', I’m flooded, bitch, it don’t tick-tock |
| Got a main nigga, got a side nigga, and they both think I’m committed |
| Louis Vuitton wrapped around my arm, probably cost enough to feed a village |
| Been paid, talkin' lemonade, 'cause the 'frigerator full of lemons |
| You an intern, let the fish burn, lil' bitty bitch, mind your business, let go |
| Big shot, Ben Simmons |
| Pirates with me, Captain Phillips |
| Dirt bikes and four wheelers |
| Credit cards and dope dealers |
| Don’t care 'bout no how you refer to me |
| I know you hoes wanna murder me |
| Chanel on my panties, the nerve of me |
| I’m lookin' fresh out of surgery |
| Poor guy, war ID, clear, no fair, cutthroat |
| Got a GloBoy, oh boy, poor boy, runnin' shit like Death Row |
| They got me right where I’m 'posed to be |
| My niggas never say no to me, ooh |
| I make 'em sing for it, Jodeci, ooh |
| We got it straight out the pork and beans, ooh |
| Wrist offset, real wet, drip drop, yeah (Yeah) |
| Givenchy, get off me, stay tip top, yeah (Yeah) |
| At Saks Fifth, don’t got shit your bitch got, yeah (Yeah) |
| That big bag, no old money, don’t hit clocks, yeah (Yeah) |
| Your nigga salty, I grabbed the check and I dipped off |
| His face all in it, his lips is drippin', no lip gloss |
| These Saint Laurent, bitch, you still be coppin' them flip-flops |
| My wrist is drippin', I’m flooded, bitch, it don’t tick-tock |
| Twinkle twinkle with my little star, but these nursery rhymes get big checks |
| I’m a big deal, that’s a big fact, ex still cryin' when his bitch |
| See mama gave me good DNA, so niggas want my TNA |
| I got a hood nigga from round the way |
| We on the run, but no B and J |
| He ate the cookie for a whole hour while I watched Power, then I got ghost |
| Went home, took a cold shower, now I’m out trippin' in new 'drobe, ooh |
| Fendi on, it’s a mood, G5 to the Louvre |
| Balenciagas on me, smellin' like Chanel and OG |
| If I got a bill and he don’t assist, then he don’t exist |
| Cut me a check, bet, 'fore I cut you off, Gillette, next |
| Rookie, don’t play with a vet, wet, VVS all on my neck |
| I got rank, I just left your baby daddy, now I’m headed to the bank, Ben Frank, |
| yeah |
| Wrist offset, real wet, drip drop, yeah (Yeah) |
| Givenchy, get off me, stay tip top, yeah (Yeah) |
| At Saks Fifth, don’t got shit your bitch got, yeah (Yeah) |
| That big bag, no old money, don’t hit clocks, yeah (Yeah) |
| Your nigga salty, I grabbed the check and I dipped off |
| His face all in it, his lips is drippin', no lip gloss |
| These Saint Laurent, bitch, you still be coppin' them flip-flops |
| My wrist is drippin', I’m flooded, bitch, it don’t tick-tock |