Dripping on these hoes, paper chasing I can’t fake it, getting to the bread yea I gotta fucking make it. Paper in my hands but ain’t nothing wasted, hater’s have to paste it, baby I can’t fake it, they really tired to take it, because they don’t see the opportunity to make it these hater’s be real mad and I don’t give no damn, bitch I’ll ride a lamb before I ever give a damn, these hoes be really fucking mad, but I stay dripping on these hoes