Top of the Line

All of my smoke, top of the line
All of my hoes, top of the line
All of my clothes, top of the line
Top of the line, top of the line
All of my dope, top of the line
All of my coke, top of the line
All of my smoke, top of the line
Top of the line, top of the line
Splashin, I blew through them racks for the
Fashion, I stunt on my haters with passion
I told that lil bitch bring a bad friend
If she come wanna come to the mansion
I light the wood like I'm campin
I'm packin up, shippin, and handlin
She ride on that dick she got handlin
I got rich from pimpin and panderin

I'm boardin new flights with them red bottoms on
I gotta stay fly when I'm landed
Every time money be calling my phone
I swear the palms of my hands itch
She wanna run up a check on the pole
And give it to papi to manage
She wanted me to put dick in her soul
I told her prepare for the damage
I made it pop with no antics
My water fresh out of Atlantis
I gotta strap with a cannon
We rich without label advances
We trappin out of abandonments
I been with them scammers and bandits
I'm makin that merchandise vanish
You should've known

All of my smoke, top of the line
All of my hoes, top of the line
All of my clothes, top of the line
Top of the line, top of the line
All of my dope, top of the line
All of my coke, top of the line
All of my smoke, top of the line
Top of the line, top of the line
All of my smoke, top of the line
All of my hoes, top of the line
All of my clothes, top of the line
Top of the line, top of the line
All of my dope, top of the line
All of my coke, top of the line
All of my smoke, top of the line
Top of the line, top of the line

Splashin, I blew through them racks for the
Fashion, I stunt on my haters with passion
I told that lil bitch bring a bad friend
If she come wanna come to the mansion
I light the wood like I'm campin
I'm packin up, shippin, and handlin
She ride on that dick she got handlin
I got rich from pimpin and panderin



Credits
Writer(s): Jerrick Davis
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