MONEY TOPPER Lyrics

Okay I whip like Betty Crocker

Eating good that gas and lobster

And I look just like a Rasta

Got the drip, that's why they proud of

Me need me that fucking guala

Eat with gang at Benihana

Had to make it out the bottom

Now I feel just like a rocker

Shawty got that Dripper Droppa

She just want a Money Topper

Taught her how to make some

So she let me fuck in Gucci floppers

We get jiggy on our profits

This rich sex, no you can't cost this

I kick shit like I'm Mat Hoffman

Hitting shit yea right on target

I be thinking on a daily

'Bout my ways and where I'm heading

Baby momma on my celly

Tryna say something in her belly

This lil ho must think I'm crazy

Something fishy, something shady

Know I stay strap with my Jimmy

Don't go nowhere with out my Carry

Swear these bitches moving scary

But I already done knew this

Smoke Medusa, leave you stuck making you wishing you ain't knew us

Rick and Morty, I be zooted

I be dreaming off the shroomies

Got these demons in my mental tryna tell me I can't do it

Grab the nine and then I blew it

Mop the floor up with it's fluid

Drugged my mind I chopped and screw it

Lost my mind, but now I'm rooted

Mind my b's part of the blueprint

Along with acting real clueless

And I got a couple shooters

That got the drop so don't you do it (Don't you do it, do it)

(Yea)

So don't you do it (Yea don't you)

I know some shiesty niggas that's itching for the duty

I can't fuck with nun that's foolish

Bunch of thot ho's, bunch of groupies

I need shawty out here schooling

While I put her on some schooling

(With a)

(Yeah)

Big ole booty

I like the little booties but it's bigger booties usually

She like bottles she like Toosie

Pour her numb, we getting groovy

She go dumb like the three stooges

Think she from House of Anubis

Okay I whip like Betty Crocker

Eating good that gas and lobster

And I look just like a Rasta

Got the drip, that's why they proud of

Me need me that fucking guala

Eat with gang at Benihana

Had to make it out the bottom

Now I feel just like a rocker

Shawty got that Dripper Droppa

She just want a Money Topper

Taught her how to make some

So she let me fuck in Gucci floppers

We get jiggy on our profits

This rich sex, no you can't cost this

I kick shit like I'm Mat Hoffman

Hitting shit yea right on target