Wrist

[Intro: Solo Lucci & Chris Brown] Wrist, trill, wrist, trill Wrist, trill, wrist, drippin' and drippin' Wrist (Skrt, skrt), tip (Woo), four, tip (Woo) Wrist drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin, drippin' (Woo) [Verse 1: Solo Lucci] My wrist 'bout 30 below (Low) Why would I be worried 'bout hoes? (Why would?) And if you ain't ever leanin', swervin' in traffic You ain't sip that dirty before (That dirty dirty) Catch me tippin' on 4's (Skrt) Diamonds drippin', prolly sippin' on 4's Ferragamo slippers dipped 'em in gold With so many women, think I'm pimpin' them hoes [Background] Wrist drippin', 4's tippin' Wrist drippin', 4... [Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown] 'Cause my wrist still drippin', 44's still tip In the cut with my hittas (Gang) No, they do not miss I'm a champagne-pourin' nigga, I love big asses and tits (Show me them tits) And if you're here just to witness, I just promise this [Chorus: Chris Brown & Solo Lucci] Hold my wrist (Skrt, skrt), tip, four (Four), tip Wrist, drip (Drip), 44's tip Hold my wrist (Wrist), tip (Tip), four (Four), tip (Tip) Wrist (Wrist), drip (Drip), 44's tip (Drippin', drippin', drippin') [Verse 2: Chris Brown] No he not ballin' like us, who the fuck he think he is? (He a lame ass boy, nigga) You gotta come to my city, you gotta see how we live (Pull up with the drug dealers) You should just come on the bed, I should just fuck you right now Oh just forget what I said, I just be thinkin' out loud Thinkin' out loud, thinkin' out loud Can I hit in the mirror? (Yeah) I wanna see your body clearer Let's think out loud, think out loud Got my wrist doin' 85 in a 35, 35, 35 [Chorus: Chris Brown & Solo Lucci] Wrist, tip, four (Oh), tip (Hold my wrist) Wrist, drip, 44's tip (Oh) Hold my wrist, tip (Hold it), four, tip Wrist, drip (Oh my), 44's tip (Skrt, skrt) [Verse 3: Solo Lucci & Chris Brown] My wrist 30 below (Woo) It cost 'bout 40, it's 50 on me (Ah) My neck is retarded, but nigga, I'm geeked My bitch is a baller, but she from the streets So don't get her started Handcuffs like I got arrested homie Ferragamo's on me, got me flexin' on 'em Mud, mud, I got all these taxes on me Diamonds shinin', that's them VVS's on me Leanin' off Activis (Ah) Tippin' on fours, thinkin' 'bout when them hoes used to sleep on me like mattresses (Mattresses) But that's how it go, now I'm gettin' that dough, and I'm 'bout to count up like it's calculus (Calculus) (Actually) I got my name off that trappin' shit (Ah) But I got the fame off this rappin' shit (Rappin' shit) Now my watch and my chain is immaculate (Oh) [Chorus: Chris Brown] Bitch, go 'head, look at my Wrist, tip (Oh my), four, tip (Oh my) Wrist, drip (Oh my), 44's tip (Oh my) Hold my wrist, tip (Oh my), four, tip (Oh my) (Wrist) Wrist, drip (Oh my), 44's tip (Oh my) (Yeah) Wrist, tip, four, tip (Oh my) Wrist, drip, 44's tip (Oh)