At the top
Oh my God, Ronny
Yeah
I just took the whole BMI
And copped the drop
Chanel on my wrist
It's kinda lonely at the top
Flew my jeweler to her
Let her drop off the cop
Yeah, she wanna ride with me
Because I'm everything they not
I don't stand in lines because
I get it before it drops
They say a nigga dripping
I guess I'm dripping, get a mop
Got like twenty bands on me
Ready to blow it right now
Kick my feet up, lay back
In the Maybach right now
I got whips on whips on whips on whips
I got cribs on cribs on cribs on cribs
But none of this fulfills what I'm missing, yeah
Yeah, oh (Yeah, yeah)
I just took the whole BMI
And copped the drop
Chanel on my wrist
It's kinda lonely at the top
Flew my jeweler to her
Let her drop off the cop
Yeah, she wanna ride with me
Because I'm everything they not
I don't stand in lines because
I get it before it drops
They say a nigga dripping
I guess I'm dripping, get a mop
Got like twenty bands on me
Ready to blow it right now
Kick my feet up, lay back
In the Maybach right now
I got whips on whips on whips on whips
I got cribs on cribs on cribs on cribs
But none of this fulfills what I'm missing, yeah
Yeah, oh (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah
I just took the whole BMI
And copped the drop
Chanel on my wrist
It's kinda lonely at the top
Flew my jeweler to her
Let her drop off the cop
Yeah, she wanna ride with me
Because I'm everything they not
I don't stand in lines because
I get it before it drops
They say a nigga dripping
I guess I'm dripping, get a mop
Got like twenty bands on me
Ready to blow it right now
Kick my feet up, lay back
In the Maybach right now
I got whips on whips on whips on whips
I got cribs on cribs on cribs on cribs
But none of this fulfills what I'm missing, yeah
Yeah, oh (Yeah, yeah)
I just took the whole BMI
And copped the drop
Chanel on my wrist
It's kinda lonely at the top
Flew my jeweler to her
Let her drop off the cop
Yeah, she wanna ride with me
Because I'm everything they not
I don't stand in lines because
I get it before it drops
They say a nigga dripping
I guess I'm dripping, get a mop
Got like twenty bands on me
Ready to blow it right now
Kick my feet up, lay back
In the Maybach right now
I got whips on whips on whips on whips
I got cribs on cribs on cribs on cribs
But none of this fulfills what I'm missing, yeah
Yeah, oh (Yeah, yeah)
Credits
Writer(s): Abraham Herrera, Ronald Oneil Jr Spence, Finatik Zac
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