On Top
Haters never matter
When the pockets getting fatter
Makin' hits like a batter
And bitch that's on God
Constant pissin' on these niggas
Like I got a small bladder
As I'm climbing up the ladder
Screaming "bitch I'm on top"
Never fold on the gang
That's a problem, shits so lame
On me I'll never change
And bitch that's on God
In my own lane
Want the money, fuck the fame
Dread the hair to maintain
Screaming "bitch I'm on top"
4K Vision, see the world vividly
Can't stand y'all, no back seat, that's the N in me
Higher than a sea turtle, lost in the anemone
I'm not there, my brain checked out, I'm a mental absentee
Like Jimmy, left the bullshit
Got the heat, now I got pull bitch
Yeah she said she hella nervous
Told her go hard like a full dick
Never put her in the whip
Slap the gas and give her whiplash
Not no slow funds, I want quick cash
Got me itching like a bad rash
Blowing up, not talking Baghdad
Don't need the cane, not a grandad
Shit some shake, like Drake, it go bad
Found a stronger pack, I need that
I know she never pray, but she never needed knee pads
Hit that weed, cough, hit that weed laugh
Like a nigga really need that
Kick my feet up and just relax
My thoughts stay runnin' like they do track
Free single black man
So I never hear the whip crack
Outta state, I'm with my Wolfpack
Don't hold money up, no thumb tack
Cuz these niggas gonna want that
Keep that peace without the gun strap cuz
Haters never matter
When the pockets getting fatter
Makin' hits like a batter
And bitch that's on God
Constant pissin' on these niggas
Like I got a small bladder
As I'm climbing up the ladder
Screaming "bitch I'm on top"
Never fold on the gang
That's a problem, shits so lame
On me I'll never change
And bitch that's on God
In my own lane
Want the money, fuck the fame
Dread the hair to maintain
Screaming "bitch I'm on top"
In the box the air is thick, yeah it's gettin' kinda rowdy
Can't see shit, it's kinda cloudy
Please don't bother, I'm in my baggie
Catch a body from a baddie
And she gotta have a fatty
She ain't gotta call me daddy
She got cake, I'll call her Patty
Got her leakin', broken sink
Keep my thoughts in my head just so I don't overthink
If I slaughter all these beats, Imma have a music mink
Never want to miss the money, so I pray I never blink
She say she took a shower, then why your breath stink
Wrong lips, she need some time off that's why she such a trip
Stacking all this cheese, that fondue, I know that bitch wanna dip
Football gloves, I got good grip
My cup, my life, she wanna sip
Can't let these hoes come take the drip
I might let em get a drop
Stay on go mode, grass is greener
That's a sign to never stop
Out the pool that's how I drip
Watch ya step, you gon need a mop
Take the stairs up to the top
Hit that dance, that milly rock
Haters never matter
When the pockets getting fatter
Makin' hits like a batter
And bitch that's on God
Constant pissin' on these niggas
Like I got a small bladder
As I'm climbing up the ladder
Screaming "bitch I'm on top"
Never fold on the gang
That's a problem, shits so lame
On me I'll never change
And bitch that's on God
In my own lane
Want the money, fuck the fame
Dread the hair to maintain
Screaming "bitch I'm on top"
When the pockets getting fatter
Makin' hits like a batter
And bitch that's on God
Constant pissin' on these niggas
Like I got a small bladder
As I'm climbing up the ladder
Screaming "bitch I'm on top"
Never fold on the gang
That's a problem, shits so lame
On me I'll never change
And bitch that's on God
In my own lane
Want the money, fuck the fame
Dread the hair to maintain
Screaming "bitch I'm on top"
4K Vision, see the world vividly
Can't stand y'all, no back seat, that's the N in me
Higher than a sea turtle, lost in the anemone
I'm not there, my brain checked out, I'm a mental absentee
Like Jimmy, left the bullshit
Got the heat, now I got pull bitch
Yeah she said she hella nervous
Told her go hard like a full dick
Never put her in the whip
Slap the gas and give her whiplash
Not no slow funds, I want quick cash
Got me itching like a bad rash
Blowing up, not talking Baghdad
Don't need the cane, not a grandad
Shit some shake, like Drake, it go bad
Found a stronger pack, I need that
I know she never pray, but she never needed knee pads
Hit that weed, cough, hit that weed laugh
Like a nigga really need that
Kick my feet up and just relax
My thoughts stay runnin' like they do track
Free single black man
So I never hear the whip crack
Outta state, I'm with my Wolfpack
Don't hold money up, no thumb tack
Cuz these niggas gonna want that
Keep that peace without the gun strap cuz
Haters never matter
When the pockets getting fatter
Makin' hits like a batter
And bitch that's on God
Constant pissin' on these niggas
Like I got a small bladder
As I'm climbing up the ladder
Screaming "bitch I'm on top"
Never fold on the gang
That's a problem, shits so lame
On me I'll never change
And bitch that's on God
In my own lane
Want the money, fuck the fame
Dread the hair to maintain
Screaming "bitch I'm on top"
In the box the air is thick, yeah it's gettin' kinda rowdy
Can't see shit, it's kinda cloudy
Please don't bother, I'm in my baggie
Catch a body from a baddie
And she gotta have a fatty
She ain't gotta call me daddy
She got cake, I'll call her Patty
Got her leakin', broken sink
Keep my thoughts in my head just so I don't overthink
If I slaughter all these beats, Imma have a music mink
Never want to miss the money, so I pray I never blink
She say she took a shower, then why your breath stink
Wrong lips, she need some time off that's why she such a trip
Stacking all this cheese, that fondue, I know that bitch wanna dip
Football gloves, I got good grip
My cup, my life, she wanna sip
Can't let these hoes come take the drip
I might let em get a drop
Stay on go mode, grass is greener
That's a sign to never stop
Out the pool that's how I drip
Watch ya step, you gon need a mop
Take the stairs up to the top
Hit that dance, that milly rock
Haters never matter
When the pockets getting fatter
Makin' hits like a batter
And bitch that's on God
Constant pissin' on these niggas
Like I got a small bladder
As I'm climbing up the ladder
Screaming "bitch I'm on top"
Never fold on the gang
That's a problem, shits so lame
On me I'll never change
And bitch that's on God
In my own lane
Want the money, fuck the fame
Dread the hair to maintain
Screaming "bitch I'm on top"
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Webb
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