TOPP

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm a bitch, take a homelich, take that beat, pay, no bitch made you a gig Head cause the fuck about a complex failure, put a honk on the doth I'm on the nigga tape, put a hat, salsa, net alligator It's back so be a gallon of the neighbor, know that you with it, she know the flavor Tell her her child, my motor vex, stop having any rap, niggas overrated Eight double second, eight over anal, it's money, bumming like a double pay No pussy, five but I never save it, hundred and fifty, twenty, it's like a printed bitch No one evеr craved, my top, I'm shouting, lots of top, two Living life, plus I'm ballin' my bitch top, two High strap, a nippy, fifty, air top, you, it ain't that nice, synum, boys and drop, two [Hook / Pre-Chorus] Hеy, take your wine, you my baby, that would just I'll take Lots of smell of money, call them COVID, lots of cheese I'm gettin' so much money, think about the chase Photo shop, your block, I tell them, crop it in the wrist Yeah, you don't wanna turn into a nigga smoke pet Baby, catch her, go in that, chat you on her stomp, that They shit old news, we call it Thursday, it's throwback Take the wedding leader, what we never give 'em, both back