Top Gun

I been on this shit for a minute
Swipe on the credit, no finish
I sacrificed
I sacrificed
All my life, gonna get my share
I just want the berry tinted rims
I'm already counting my digits
Imma go getter
Like hop off my dick
Nigga I'm just tryna get rich yeah
This is my vision

You shoulda never left my side
You shoulda never looked in my eyes
When You lied in moonlight
But I've been living all fine

I've been rolling up all night
Cruising like a motherfucking gun
Cruising like a motherfucking gun
Cruising like a motherfucking
I've been rolling up all night cruising like a top gun
Rolling off an E bomb
She gonna wanna fuck when she done
I know it when she plays her favorite song

Yea I'm on top of the world
All that fuck nigga shit, save it for the birds
My eyes are on the money, I got green in my nerves
So if you not tryna get a taste
Fuck out my face

We could never be the same
I put bodies in this bitch
You ain't a player, you got played
You want a statement, check the paper
Fuck a favor, and your chain
I be rocking Han solo
I put power on my name

It's insane yeah
I just poured a fifthy to the brain yeah
No I can't change my ways yeah
I just poured a fifthy to the brain yeah
No I can't change my ways yeah

You shoulda never left my side
You shoulda never looked in my eyes
When You lied in moonlight
But I've been living fine

I've been rolling up all night
Cruising like a motherfucking gun
Cruising like a motherfucking gun
Cruising like a motherfucking

Yo yo yo
I'm just thinking like
I don't know anybody who can do what I can do

And if you can do a variation of what I can do, then it's not true to you
Cuz this is original baby

Utilize your talents and make it your truth
And soar through the roof

I been on this shit for a minute
Swipe on the credit, no finish
I sacrificed
I sacrificed
All my life I just want my Share
I just want the berry tinted rims
I'm already counting my digits
imma go getter
Like hop off my dick
Nigga I'm just tryna get rich
This is my vision

And all my niggas tapped in
I gotta few things enacting
Catch me in Jamaica with my racks up
Burberry rims got it burned in they cortex
Make em think I do forex
Yea
Like Fuck being humble
I'm going ghost like bitches on bumble
They guessing at my name might as well call me rumple
Welcome to my motherfuckin' jungle



Credits
Writer(s): Ismail Stewart
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