Lyrics:
shit for you
Studio to go
Chevy on the track
Since I jumped off the porch, born in the game
Bottom where I came, so the top is where I aim
I'm trying
no feelings
I used to have a limit but then I lost it
I'm having fun, a ton of ones
I came into the club and I tossed it
Top off like a toupee
Been
the night time like I'm Michael Knight call me Knight Rider
Skoo, Shit, I just might fly by ya, Whoo
I drop the top
I let the moonlight hit me, I let
the dust do
(money money)
I walk around this bitch like the top dog
(see me though)
Take ya main bitch and get topped off
(come here girl)
She don’t never
round in a drop top getting top-top to skirting off in that chrome
Pull up to my ride in the passenger side like Velly can you take home
Uh uh uh uh
He
a bluff (That's not a bluff)
Top off in a light rain, don't put it up
(Don't put it up)
Two miles per hour, we crawl by
Let 'em look at us (Let 'em look
mean tip top
A lot of niggas out here selling game
And y'all wrapping paper getting ripped off
I'm Santa how I shoot the gift off
Stay in ya lane I'm
on the air
And it's clear that your sales going down
Down by law then you found the raw
On a message board and you sounding off
These niggas get the whole
88 keyz
Play Something
Play on my top, got me back on that..
Turo got that motherfucking static
Play on my top, got me back on that fuck shit
Play
eating excuses for dinner?
Lord knows all this weight
Can't shake it off by my damn self
Lord knows all this weight
Can't shake it off by my damn self
top
Sittin' right there in the middle by me
I was thinkin' 'bout a long kiss
Man, just gotta get goin'
Where the night might lead
I know what I was
the clouds is
What you know about this
You don't know about shit
Drop the top
And bounce bitch
I'm lifted like the clouds is
Off got to get this money
I can't
heartbeat
I'm taking us straight to the Top
Top top top top yeah
Family been through a lot lot lot lot lot yeah
Giving it all that I got
Put in work like I'm
off, I can't be falling for no ho
Tryna make it on The Hills, I ain't got nowhere to go
Said I was born in Georgia, on the corner
By the U-G-L-Y
But I got the radio bumpin' Jagged Edge by the bed
When you wanna get up witcha cutty buddy
Come on and dip off through the hideout with Twist'
But
the G's at
[Chorus]
Fresh off the jet to the block
Burn a rubber with a top-pop
I'll pop and bust a shot and tell em stop and make the block hot
Ya
Can I catch you off the rebound
Drop top hair blowin' in the seat now, no I like it Greese style, hit it with my feet down
Fly up then I catch you
on a mission bet how many shots this nigga top could hold
Turn it up soon as the plot thicken, big homies rich off of pot whipping'
If I'm by myself in the box
Got a bad lil' thing in a crop top
With a figure eight body make your heart stop
On the court now kitty on the shot clock
Now I'm boutta' pop off hit
First off, lift off
About to work my ass off, ass off
Get lost, piss off
I'ma let that cash talk, cash talk
Top notch, big boss, higher than
your whole steeze, it be in there boo (I need)
On top of that you got the good power-U (to get by)
You're all (you're all)
I need (all I need)
your whole steeze, it be in there boo (I need)
On top of that you got the good power-U (to get by)
You're all (you're all)
I need (all I need)
!
You're the Coliseum.
You're the top!
You're the Louver Museum.
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss
You're a Bendel bonnet,
A Shakespeare's
Have a baby
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Be
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