[Intro: Rippa On The Beat]
Rippa On The Beat, Bitch (Rippa On The Beat, Bitch)

[Verse 1: Spice & Tommie Lee]
Bitch sit back, watch me get that money
Couple million, bank books cyan done it
Ah-no Bonnie and Clyde, dis ah Spice and Tommie
Roll out inna di car with the top down
Dutty gyal, every hater ah go drop down
Pum-pum fat ina my shorts like one pound
Bokkle pon bokkle, watch me shut this club down (Let me hear it)

[Verse 2: Tommie Lee]
Ha, you bitches ain't next
Sittin’ home, watch my Gram’, who vex?
Me ah one likkle rude girl, ah chase them checks
Big batty gyal, straight from the jet to the jet
Excuse you, bitch, we grind for this money
And these broke n***as can't get nothin’ from me
Them say me ah rude girl, yeah, I’m takin’ shit
Lay ya n***a down if he don't run it (Bop, bop, bop)
Not gonna go to mi yad
I pop my pussy on his hunnids
Bitch is Usain Bolt, when I'm running to this money
Never take than what I left it
What bitches on Tommie?
Wanna pop P? Make ya’ n***a confide
[Verse 3: Spice]
I'm like, “Bitch, stop living on my timeline”
I'm all about the letter “B” with the dolla’ sign
While you sleep with a n***a for some likkle coin
Life wan’ rearrange, body wan' redefine
Pose fi the bloodclaat camera, mi clean and come out
Instagram bad gyal and nuh type shit all ‘bout
See me inna real life and you fi shut up your mouth
Mi money loud, your bag dry like it a go thru the drought

[Verse 4: Tommie Lee]
While you make memes, bitch, I make movies
Looking like a star, got stalls on my ceiling
This a Wraith, ho, you ain't gotta pesos
Sit it in his face, had him bussin’ like a Draco (Ooh, woo)
I never let him stay tho, send him on his way, tho
I know he a rookie, so, this pussy what he chase for
A-Hunnid yard dash, the money all flash
Bear ya life savings, spending shit on a bag, in cash (Uh)
Movin’ ‘cross the state line just to see my waistline
When he ate this pussy, only time we ever FaceTime
Rude boy got a few boys in my chair
Yardie in Jamaica said he feelin' me like real
I be taking trips while you bitches taking L's (Yoom)
Checks in the mail, you better watch your male
‘Fore I send him home broke with your bill money missin’
Me and Spice out here gettting real money, bitches
[Chorus: Tommie Lee & Spice]
Imma get it, Imma get it, Imma get it
Pop that ass drop down if you with it
Imma get it, Imma get it, Imma get it
Pop that ass drop down if you with it
Imma get it, Imma get it, Imma get it
Pop that ass drop down if you with it
Imma get it, Imma-
Imma get it, Imma-
Pop that ass drop down if you with it

[Verse 5: Spice]
Straight out of Jamaica, mi stand up inna dis
Gyal di shoes p’on mi foot deh pon your wishlist
Money ah fly everyday, elastic band mi twist
Earring to the chain, no, wait, check mi wrist
See, I don't know if y'all understand me
So let me calm down, speak more clearly
The things that I buy, bitch, wait for a fairy
Or save couple bucks then you might just barely

[Chorus: Tommie Lee & Spice]
Imma get it, Imma get it, Imma get it
Pop that ass drop down if you with it
Imma get it, Imma get it, Imma get it
Pop that ass drop down if you with it
Imma get it, Imma get it, Imma get it
Pop that ass drop down if you with it
Imma get it, Imma-
Imma get it, Imma-
Pop that ass drop down if you with it
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