TipTop - Brianna Perry

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