[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
I got drip (Drip, drip), something like chips (Chips, yeah, chips)
Fuck her then dip, she like big dick (Yeah, yeah, gang)
I got cash (Cash), I like getting rich (Rich)
She got lots of ass (Ass), I got hoes, Brad Pitt (Bitch), yeah
Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo), Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo)
Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo), Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo)

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Diamonds dancing in my chain, diamonds dancing on my wrist (Chain, chain, ha)
Diamonds dancing on my rings (Rings), diamonds dancing on my bitch (Yeah)
Diamonds dancing on my gang (Gang), diamonds dancing in this bitch (Bitch, ha, ha)
Please don't panic in this bitch (Bitch)
Foenem got cannons in this bitch (Yeah)
Don't make me blam it in this bitch (Yeah)
Oh man, God damn it in this bitch
Afghanistan up in this bitch
Go to war, Iran up in this bitch
Go to war, I ran up in his shit
Go to war, I ran up, made a hit (Gang, woo)

[Bridge: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, you know how we comin'
1400, TSF, bitch
Gang, shoutout Peso
Gang, shoutout Peso
Gang (Woo, gang)
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
I got drip (Drip, drip), something like chips (Chips, yeah, chips)
Fuck her then dip, she like big dick (Yeah, yeah, gang)
I got cash (Cash), I like getting rich (Rich)
She got lots of ass (Ass), I got hoes, Brad Pitt (Bitch), yeah
Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo), Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo)
Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo), Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo)

[Verse 2: Peso Peso]
I'm strapped with a K, I got racks in my safe (Bop-bop)
N***as love to hate but got nowhere to stay
N***a play with the gang, we gon' kick in his door
I'm in Dolce Gabbana walkin' up in court
Got rich in the kitchen
On the block with a Glock and that bitch is extended
Bop-bop if a n***a start trippin'
I'm in Neiman Marcus, I was strapped up in Givenchy linen (Pes', Pes', Pes')
I just left Bank of America then I went to Chase (Pes', Pes', Pes')
I'ma wack a n***a in style, I'ma do a drive-by in the Wraith (Pes', Pes', Pes')
I'ma make the bitch walk a mile (Go), if she don't let me fuck or give me face
N***as on the internet talkin' too tough
Backseat, yeah, when we shot his dudes up
With the gang members like I'm 102 up
Two fingers and a thumb threwed up (102)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
I got drip (Drip, drip), something like chips (Chips, yeah, chips)
Fuck her then dip, she like big dick (Yeah, yeah, gang)
I got cash (Cash), I like getting rich (Rich)
She got lots of ass (Ass), I got hoes, Brad Pitt (Bitch), yeah
Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo), Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo)
Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo), Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo)