Top down

Titties Out

Show me what them things about

Imma post it for the clout

18 Karat in my mouth

Yeah

Fly to LA for the season

Cold in New York so that gimmie the reason

My bitches they never leaving

Cause they all hungry and im the one feeding

Copywright

Everything I write

You know these nigga bite

No I ain’t down to fight

I retire

Cause a nigga tired

You can really try it

If you try it do the best you can

Soon as you throw ya fist

Understand

I will clap your hands

We gon count them grand

Bussin juggs fuck a Uncle Sam

Trap and scam

Don’t need a new car

I’d rather buy some land

Champagne one bottle a day

Keep the pain away

Tell my bitch

One swallow a day

Keep you from gaining weight

Celebrate

I don’t smoke

But my boo she like to medicate

High grade don’t bring her no mids

Or she might catch a fit

Rip pop smoke

Damn that was my favorite loc

Youngin had the game on lock

Put him next to big and pac

Pac

I be show stoppers and pistol poppers

Soon as I walk in the room

Them panties droppin

Hollow tip

See that red dot it will follow it

Model chick

Took down the team and she proud of it

Micheal Kor

Don’t need a Rolex to flex

My credit score screaming out

Philippe patek

No prescription

Versace Versace

It’s different

Versace Versace

Listen dummy

Im about the money

I’m about the money

Ohhh you think it’s funny

Ohhh you think it’s funny

Oooohhhh Shit