KristaFoxx - Dripped Out

I step in, dripped out, eye high,
Shine curves like art in a private line.
Money in the bag, my mood in gold; you looked once,
Now you sold.
Champagne on my wrist, soft on my cheek; I don't chase,
I make you speak.
Fancy in the front, wild in the back; one look at me, boy,
You never go back.
Come a little closer,
Tell me what you want; eyes stay stuck on me.
I know what you want,