Off Top

Off top I got one...
Roll solo Chevy in the never shotgun...
In the club ol girl was one one...
I'm laid back in the cut checking out the function

It's cool though, but I'd rather be coolin countin up the doe
Double cup in the ride tippin on them 4s...
Andre in the deck with the love below...

Cocaine paint, lookin white as snow...
Bruce Leroy swag man I got the glow...
They had know when I drop cold you can bump this here as my last song...

Full time grind stack cheese for the lambo
Fresh air max and some camo cargos, take a tote, I ride and float
I'm pushing buttons I ain't talking remotes

Killing these lames and I call it fatality
Hustle for millions and stacking my salary

Assaulting the game fully charged like a battery
Fleeing the scene was a part of the strategy...

I grind for the Money, I hustle for paper
The crib is on acres if I ain't mistaken, they testing my patience
I serve em like waiters, im ridin slow motion like im in the matrix...

Want a 2 door that coup so I grind for the paper...
Throw it all in like I'm up in Vegas
Playing these broads genesis sega...
Ballin on boys Kareem with the lakers

Lookin for haters while stacking my paper
They hate when I shine showing them that I made it

Chevy on kill... bad broad with them heels...
We bending corners... I'm double coupin... She iced out with the chills...

I'm Michael Jack, with the thrills... Money up I want Mils...
Thigh pads on my jeans... Big ass house sitting on heels...

This shit clean like a fresh paint job
Put the Chevy in the shop, I'm in a cocaine Saab

With my hat to the front or backwards relaxin
Ol school in the deck special ed taxin

Them boys be hating on me I take action
I'm laid back wit it make a call what's happening

Fuck that where da hoes and beer though...

Walk in smooth cat high fives givin dap
Hat low, Fresh kicks made my way the back...

Champagne, brown liquor, bottles coming quicker...
Drinks in the air, forever we richer

Laid back with the flow, slick talk when I hit her
Came back for more, she was on that liquor

Cool ass cat, spit game when I talk
Keep my head to the sky, Fresh kicks when I walk...

I'm Making it happen, too cold when I'm snapping
Mayweather ALi ducking haters and jabbing

Relaxin and coastin no braggin and boastin
I'm toastin to money, two puffs got me floatin

I'm checking for paper, wave bye to the haters
Too far from my neighbors, you're witnessing greatness...