Top Dollar

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Too much on my mind don't distract me now
Too little time, don't distract me now
It's getting too tight, don't distract me now
I'm on my grind, don't distract me now

I got too much Drama
I got too many commas
I got too many dollars
Put that word on my mama

I got too many Problems
Finna blow up like Osama
Bitch I am Top Dollar
Put that word on my mama

Run it back
We went through a lot for this shit
On top of the world we don't mix it with free stacks
Just let them bleed out like a wrist
I may sound violent, but don't mind me
I come across cocky you gotta side with
No feeding your energy it can't serve me
Don't need me a crew when I slide on ya

When I slide

Don't confine me with nothing I take these percussions and turn em' to trouble
We tap on your head then the bitch you be fucking
I tried to be nice it don't work with you fuckers
I may come around and then put you in muzzles
The patience is dead and it's time for the hustle
We'll take what you got and then make it redouble
Double Up

Stick to the back of dip, seize that
Impaired with telepathy
I see how you move on a grip, leave that
Head back with the centerpiece
Jesus please, if we speak for real
I need some peace, I need to chill
Too many miles all my senses real
So much drama I might need a pill

I got too much Drama
I got too many comas
I got too many dollars
Put that word on my mama

I got too many Problems
Finna blow up like Osama
Bitch I am Top Dollar
Put that word on my mama

WAIT

Pull up in a Bentley pull up in a foreign
Pull up with Stacey I pull up with Lauren
Drilling this bitch like I'm Fivio Foreign
Fuck all that talking it's getting real boring
Tats on body they making her horny
Drunk outta her mind she sipping on fortys
Making her wet every time I'm performing
One night stand leave that ting in the morning

Wait I got too many racks in the safe
Hit a bitch from the back in the back of the wraith
I'm grinding baby you know I don't play
Get what I want what I want is what I take

I'm sorry babe I'm just being honest
Can't make time for you, can't make no promise
5"8 tall but I'm balling like Giannis
Too much on my mind with too little time

Baby I've been getting real high
Baby take a look in my eyes
I won't tell you no lies
No Lies
YEAH

I got too much Drama
I got too many comas
I got too many dollars
Put that word on my mama

I got too many Problems
Finna blow up like Osama
Bitch I am Top Dollar
Put that word on my mama



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Dibi
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