Tekst piosenki
[Intro]
Yeah, good Actavis drankin’ mothafucka, by the way
You dig? Yeah, yeah
Woah, woah
[Pre-Chorus]
My car 911 in a twin tower
I sold a triple double on the red, yeah
I’m drippin’ sauce confetti with the shit, yeah
Got twenty bitches in the country like Big KRIT, yeah (Yee, yee)
[Chorus]
Money on top of these niggas, money on top of these bitches
(Money on, money on)
Money on top of the skit, money on top of the lick (Ya)
Money on top of his neck, I’m ’bout to buy a new brick (Cash)
Money on top of these hoes, money on top of the shit (Woo)
[Verse 1]
Money on top of this weed, money on top of these bricks
I put Chanel on my seat, I put chinchilla on it’s mink
Designer all in my fingers, this money callin’ my people, you know I’m prepared for the reaper
Chanel on the back of my seats, I Chanel crop the Bentley seats, yeah, Ed Hardy tattoo on my feet
Yeah, I’m the real definition of street, yeah, this the real definition of fleek
I was just poppin’ on everything, I got the pop on me, everything
I’m on the block I got every chain
I know the feds know everything, I got a feelin’ they tellin’ them everything, havin’ sex with a red thing
I remain saying nothing, I remain to say nothing
[Chorus]
Money on top of these niggas, money on top of these bitches (Yeah)
Money on top of the skit, money on top of the lick (Yeah)
Money on top of his neck, I’m ’bout to buy a new brick
Money on top of these hoes, money on top of the shit
[Post-Chorus]
My car 911 in a twin tower
I sold a triple double on the red, yeah
I’m drippin’ sauce confetti with the shit, yeah
Got twenty bitches in the country like Big KRIT, yeah (Hey)
[Verse 2]
I smoked him and left the driveway full of bricks
So rich, I could pay everybody momma rent (Yeah)
I’m Kodak in the kodak, I ain’t going for shit (Fuck it)
I was thinkin’ about a Wraith when I seen my bitch (Woo-woo)
They’ll take you off, don’t say I won’t, yeah (Yeah)
Ten karats in my ears, I make it, split (Woo)
Ten karats in my ears, it’s causin’ a split
Let your panties hit the ground when I walk in, lil’ bitch (ya)
Hundred kilos, fuck a pack, huh
Who gonna stop me if I’m mad, huh? (Who?)
Who the fuck gon’ stop me when I’m mad, huh? (Who?)
Christopher Columbus with a bag, huh (Who?)
I just got the new V-12 Jag (Woo)
I just flipped it out with paper tags
Pull up on the opps and do ’em bad (do-do-do-do)
12 rack crop bag
Floyd on they ass
I go Floyd, make my bitches callin’ me daddy (Go Floyd, Go Floyd)
She got no home training, she was suckin’ dick in that caddy
I was ’bout to pull up, air that shit, what’s the addy? (Go Floyd, Go Floyd)
[Pre-Chorus]
My car 911 in a twin tower
I sold a triple double on the red yeah
I’m drippin’ sauce confetti with the shit, yeah
Got twenty bitches in the country like Big KRIT, yeah
[Chorus]
Money on top of these niggas, money on top of these bitches
Money on top of the skit, money on top of the lick
Money on top of his neck, I’m ’bout to buy a new brick
Money on top of these hoes, money on top of the shit
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