Top
Uh
Huh
Hey!
Let me put my phone down (Let me put my phone down!)
All of my bitches so hot
She want me to spend a lil time
My bitch got quality top
She got the hold down (Holding it down!)
Suckin' the dick, lil baby go hard
You can tell that she love me
You can tell that she love me up in her throat (What!)
Got motherfuckin' mob ties up in this shit
With suit and ties, big bezel with motherfuckin big guns
Boujee lil motherfucka smellin' like Baccarat
I got my gun on my hip, uh, under that fur on my skin, Uh
Skin, skin, I put my bitch all in Skims, uh
And she love it, yea
New pop! New pop! New pop! Huh?
We shootin' it up then we crop, popstar
All of my bitches so hot
Yea, and I love it
If it ain't bout that money don't even bother, yea
If it ain't bout that money I ignore it, yea
Don't like it then deal with it
Like, what you gon' do?
Marni and Prada, Marni and Prada (Yea, Marni and Prada)
Grow an army of ballers and pop out rock our own designer
I'm pop like I'm Bruno Mars
I'm hot like I'm Nik' Minaj
Her top is goat for life
I can't do hoes, they trifling
I got this hold down
She was up for the love
I was down for the month
She ain't fuck with no scrubs
I ain't brought my pole now
I ain't going out like a dummy
I know bro got it on him
I'm getting paid like monthly
I'm pop like I'm Bruno Mars
I'm hot like I'm Nik' Minaj
Her top is goat for life
I can't do hoes, they trifling, woah
Let me put my phone down (Let me put my phone down)
All of my bitches so hot (Hot!)
She want me to spend a lil time (Time)
My bitch got quality top (Mm!)
She got the hold down (Holding it down)
Suckin' the dick, lil baby go hard
You can tell that she love me
You can tell that she love me up in her throat (What!)
Got motherfuckin' mob ties up in this shit
With suit and ties, big bezel with motherfuckin big guns
Boujee lil motherfucka smellin' like Baccarat
I got my gun on my hip, uh, under that fur on my skin, Uh
Skin, skin, I put my bitch all in Skims, uh
And she love it, yea
New pop! New pop! New pop! Huh?
We shootin' it up then we crop, popstar
All of my bitches so hot
Yea, and I love it
If it ain't bout that money don't even bother, yea
If it ain't bout that money I ignore it, yea
Huh
Hey!
Let me put my phone down (Let me put my phone down!)
All of my bitches so hot
She want me to spend a lil time
My bitch got quality top
She got the hold down (Holding it down!)
Suckin' the dick, lil baby go hard
You can tell that she love me
You can tell that she love me up in her throat (What!)
Got motherfuckin' mob ties up in this shit
With suit and ties, big bezel with motherfuckin big guns
Boujee lil motherfucka smellin' like Baccarat
I got my gun on my hip, uh, under that fur on my skin, Uh
Skin, skin, I put my bitch all in Skims, uh
And she love it, yea
New pop! New pop! New pop! Huh?
We shootin' it up then we crop, popstar
All of my bitches so hot
Yea, and I love it
If it ain't bout that money don't even bother, yea
If it ain't bout that money I ignore it, yea
Don't like it then deal with it
Like, what you gon' do?
Marni and Prada, Marni and Prada (Yea, Marni and Prada)
Grow an army of ballers and pop out rock our own designer
I'm pop like I'm Bruno Mars
I'm hot like I'm Nik' Minaj
Her top is goat for life
I can't do hoes, they trifling
I got this hold down
She was up for the love
I was down for the month
She ain't fuck with no scrubs
I ain't brought my pole now
I ain't going out like a dummy
I know bro got it on him
I'm getting paid like monthly
I'm pop like I'm Bruno Mars
I'm hot like I'm Nik' Minaj
Her top is goat for life
I can't do hoes, they trifling, woah
Let me put my phone down (Let me put my phone down)
All of my bitches so hot (Hot!)
She want me to spend a lil time (Time)
My bitch got quality top (Mm!)
She got the hold down (Holding it down)
Suckin' the dick, lil baby go hard
You can tell that she love me
You can tell that she love me up in her throat (What!)
Got motherfuckin' mob ties up in this shit
With suit and ties, big bezel with motherfuckin big guns
Boujee lil motherfucka smellin' like Baccarat
I got my gun on my hip, uh, under that fur on my skin, Uh
Skin, skin, I put my bitch all in Skims, uh
And she love it, yea
New pop! New pop! New pop! Huh?
We shootin' it up then we crop, popstar
All of my bitches so hot
Yea, and I love it
If it ain't bout that money don't even bother, yea
If it ain't bout that money I ignore it, yea
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Writer(s): Adrian Cardenas
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