Lyrics Wrist by Chris Brown

[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)

[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...

[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

[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')

[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

[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)

[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)

[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)