Dr1ppy - Dummy (feat. A.K Chris) Lyrics

Hahaha
Yo Nate, what's goin' on man

Dr1ppy on the track huh

A.K
Word
RMF shit, you already know what the f*ck goin' on man

I slide through the blind, I saw to the light (light)
I knew I was right, I had to go fight
Forget the money and hop on a mic (mic)
I'm so professional, look at my type
Neck crew, come see the view
Look at my money, they hundreds and blues (blue)
Hop in the booth, pull up and shoot (shoot)
I got some n***** who ready for you

You a dummy, dummy, dummy, dummy (Yeah)
Actin' funny, funny, funny, lets get to the money
Dummy, dummy, dummy, dummy (Yeah)
I be wrapped up like a mummy all up in the money (Huh?)
Dummy, dummy, dummy, dummy (Yeah)
Actin' funny, funny, funny, lets get to the money (Word)
Dummy, dummy, dummy, dummy (Yeah, yeah, yeah!)
Wrapped up like a mummy, mummy, lets get to the money

Dr1p

Thinking 'bout the money, she was suckin' funny (Sucking'!)
Dick up in her tummy, leave the face all runny (Okay!)
Jumpin' like a bunny, I'm a dawg the puppy (Aye)
Give the bitch the yummy, she was screamin', "f*ck me" (Yeah!)
I'm a do the dirty, diamonds dancin' dirty (Bounce)
Pockets feelin' pretty, like 'em in they thirties (Yeah, dirty!)
Extra, extra curvy, with a side of nerdy
Hold the f*ckin' herpes, money walkin' Kirby
I was countin' cash, she was countin' bands
I just want that ass, she just want a grand (What?)

She was speakin' French, I'm already done (Done!)

I was throwin' green, she gon' throw them glands (Cash)
Made her shoot a scene, she didn't use her hands (Facts)

What's nine plus ten, she said, twenty-one (Hey!)

You a dummy, dummy, dummy, dummy
Actin' funny, funny, funny, lets get to the money
Dummy, dummy, dummy, dummy
I be wrapped up like a mummy all up in the money
Dummy, dummy, dummy, dummy
Actin' funny, funny, funny, lets get to the money
Dummy, dummy, dummy, dummy
Wrapped up like a mummy, mummy, lets get to the money

She was thinkin' 'bout a pretty penny, I was lookin' back and this is picture perfect (Wow)
I don't care about a couple twenties, I would spend it fast 'cause I know bitches worth it (Flash)
If she got that real fat ass in the back of her pants, I'm a make her twerk it (Float it, aye)
And if it weren't for Chris and I heard Five Guyz
Tell him Carlos and the gang trash, thats the verdict (Facts, dummy!)
Need to back it up, got the Bentley Truck (Skrrt, dummy!)
Y'all ain't rich enough, but I'm rich as f*ck (On God, yeah, dummy!)
Bitches diggin' gold, it was gettin' old (Dummy!)
Chris he got the flow, Carlos got to go (Okay, bye)
Actin' like a crook, dude you had me shook (What?)
You are just a rook, fans is gettin' took
Peter versus Hook, you ain't even good (Okay, what?)
(Bruh, step back please)
Listen to the hook (Aye!)

You a dummy, dummy, dummy, dummy
Actin' funny, funny, funny, lets get to the money
Dummy, dummy, dummy, dummy
I be wrapped up like a mummy all up in the money
Dummy, dummy, dummy, dummy
Actin' funny, funny, funny, lets get to the money
Dummy, dummy, dummy, dummy
Wrapped up like a mummy, mummy, lets get to the money