Dip Dip Slide

Interlude]

I heard you walk out the door…

BANG!

Then I heard your car pull away.

Left work early, said you had somewhere to be…

Friday came, and now it’s time to play.

Passport ready?

Morocco… let’s go.

You slammed that door hard, then you pulled from the garage,

Left work early, said, “I gotta check on my son.”

Down the driveway, highway, weekend on the way,

Thank God it’s Friday, now we finna celebrate.

You can do your own thing, but we gon’ do it my way,

I do my own thing, but somehow we meet halfway.

Dip, dip, slide, make a move to the doorstep,

You could be the boss, but you ain’t felt the force yet.

Passport in my hand, baby, Morocco bound,

Touch down, lights up, let the whole place sound.

Diamonds on my body, that’s the only room for cargo,

Running through the city like my nickname Marlow.

Baddies in the whip, yeah, I brought a carload,

Front of the house looking like a full car show.

Phone bill last month looking like a car note,

Scan the barcode, baby, welcome to the high road.

Dip, dip, slide, make a move to the doorstep,

You could be the boss, but you ain’t felt the force yet.

Dip, dip, slide, yeah, we moving all night,

Friday hit the clock, now we living that life.

Dip, dip, slide, passport in the hand,

New city, new view, baby, this the plan.

You can do your thing, I can do mine too,

But wherever I go, I’m bringing that mood.

Champagne popping, lights all through the city,

Vodka and Moscato, everybody getting litty.

Vega keeping watch while the night gets busy,

I stay picky with the company that’s with me.

Stacks got thicker, knots getting swollen,

Pockets looking heavy, whole squad golden.

Stay in your lane, don’t drift out of focus,

Walk through the door and the whole room notice.

Front gate golden, diamonds looking like snow,

Come through the city, watch the whole place glow.

I don’t need to talk, let the lifestyle show,

From the driveway to the skyline, everywhere I go.

She packed up her bags, said she’s staying for the night,

Said she would’ve stayed home if I treated her right.

Now she’s standing at the doorstep, looking in my eyes,

Dip, dip, slide… we ain’t saying goodbye.

Dip, dip, slide, make a move to the doorstep,

You could be the boss, but you ain’t felt the force yet.

Dip, dip, slide, yeah, we moving all night,

Friday hit the clock, now we living that life.

Dip, dip, slide, passport in the hand,

New city, new view, baby, this the plan.

You can do your thing, I can do mine too,

But wherever I go, I’m bringing that mood.