Top Down

Top down yeah I got it top down
Top down got it locked from the top down
Top down yeah I got it top down
Top down got it locked from the top

I'm bout to get out of bounds take a whiff I'm funky foul
I'm the one who pay the refs who gon' blow they whistle now
You say that I'm going dumb duh I'm doing my thizzle now
I leave the whole room full of open mouths and risen brows
I'm building a dynasty that's my destiny
Cooking up a storm and this bitch wanna be part of the recipe
She tell me that she full of flavor I say ho you better be
I know she an angel if she fuck up she'll be heavenly
I send them straight to God it's no turning back
I'm coming up just like the smoke when I be burning this pack
And I bet you thought shit was sweet but guess what this isn't that
I'm here until the bitter end cause I'm a whole sour patch

Top down yeah I got it top down
Top down got it locked from the top down
Top down yeah I got it top down
Top down got it locked from the top

Money doesn't make me happy it's the shit I do with it
I'm smart enough to know you dumb it down you getting stupid rich
They ain't really popping them fools is doing computer tricks
Cancer to the game and I came to remove the tumorous
Even if benign punk you're dying
I'm getting this shit to cracking I ain't waiting for no signs
Quit sitting up and bitching just complaining bout the times
They mine so I'm out here on the grind waxing til I get a shine
I give a broke hoe a spit roast at most
You got the money or the mind cause baby you can't lack both
I lack hope cause I don't need hope when I do it it's guaranteed
Plus I'm a sharp nigga touch on me and you gon' bleed

Top down yeah I got it top down
Top down got it locked from the top down
Top down yeah I got it top down
Top down got it locked from the top down



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Writer(s): Garry Don Jr Richardson
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