Top Down

I let the top down sunshine on me
Still boutta a dollar gotta get the money
See yo bitch calling and it ain't my fault if she falls in these sheets
Imma scoop you up cause I'm feeling yo flavor
God give me grace, anything in my favor
Leave it up for grabs and you know I might take it, take it yeah

Man I been living good
All the way from Inglewood
As I should
But niggas thought that I couldn't
Drivin cars niggas thought I couldn't rent
Lucky I ain't splash that bread I should spend
Wit my complexion I look like yo cousin
Ditch that nigga fuck yo husband
He was rappin in the 90s he a has been
That nigga turned insect, he buggin
I live in LA nigga fuck Tustin
I fuck wit Britney fuck Justin
Natia on the news nigga just in
My door's unlocked baby bust in

Been trying to avoid these islands
I'm trying to reach somebody

Tell me something I'd like to hear
Dime mami, sin secretos
Me gustas más
La luna mueve el mar
Mil secretos
Tus ojos
Tu alma
Tu cuerpo
Respeto la vida
De noche de dia
Manejando a lo contrario
Bailando pegados
Te gusta lo que tengo y me quieres decir

I let the top down sunshine on me
Still boutta a dollar gotta get the money
See yo bitch calling and it ain't my fault if she falls in these sheets
Imma scoop you up cause I'm feeling yo flavor
God give me grace, anything in my favor
Leave it up for grabs and you know I might take it, take it yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Natia Maluia
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