Yup!

I'm at the top
Don't care
What you say I get guap
She want a lot
Just brought a new whip off the lot
In my own lane
Why would I stop
3AM on a plan
Ain't making not stops

Said I'm a young star
I be in the whip with the stars
No key yeah I push start
Fuck with me gotta play yo part
And I'm living large
Bitch tried to play me like im subpar
Can't tell me shit I done came to far
Exotic im smoking could start a car
New bitch too bad it's kind of bizarre
For this life you gotta go hard
Hundred by the ten
Yeah nigga I'm chasing these years
My nigga sticked up like a bodyguard
All black we looking like the dark
She hopped in the whip so fast
I ain't even put that bitch in park
Everytime it's green
It's cash
It's like my player at my park
Rolling up with the top down
Down it feel like art

Said I'm at the top
Don't care
What you say I get guap
She want a lot
Just brought a new whip off the lot
In my own lane
Why would I stop
3AM on a plan
Ain't making not stops



Credits
Writer(s): Jet Rogers, Josiah Bonner
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