Off Da Topp Lyrics

Money, power, free respect

Long live skooch nigga

S.O.B

Slippery, slimy, slime

Money, power, free respect

Skooch livin' through flex

Know I stand on business

Back to back, screamin', slimy, slat

Came home, got a check

Had to show em how to step

Mama, I'm sorry

Had to backflip off the steps

Came in the kitchen

Seen my uncle water whippin

I ain't never had a chicken

But I count a couple digits

Never had a million

But I fucked a couple bitches

Now she on her knees

Textin' me how she miss me

Mr. Star, please

I know no better

Gettin' to the cheese

Countin' up straight cheddar

Dunkin' all these D's

I don't do detectives

You ain't talkin' to me

I don't do no questions

Mr. S.O.B

Know I slime on the business

I'll clap a nigga free

If he wanna meet the menace

Flexin' on these hoes

And I be stuntin' on these niggas

I be countin' these papers

Stackin' straight to the ceilin

Know I'm bout my paper

And you know I'm bout my dollar

Say he want an issue

But it came with a chopper

Nigga tried to save him

But we stepped on the doctor

Now he on the table

Graved up like his partner

Money, power, free respect

Skooch livin' through flex

Know I stand on business

Back to back

Screamin' Sammy Slatt

Came home, got a check

Had to show him how to step

Mama, I'm sorry

Had to backflip off the step

Came in the kitchen

Seen my uncle water whippin

I ain't never had a chicken

But I count a couple digits

Never had a million

But I fucked a couple bitches

Now she on her knees

Textin' me how she miss me

Thinkin' wit ya dick

Got you beefin' over bitches

Supposed to be gettin' money

Supposed to be gettin' richer

Long live Skooch

He know that I miss him

I don't really let it thug me

Cause I know he with me

Poppin' percs, feel my pain

They don't even know my name

He my brother, not da gang

We don't even rock the same

No limit, caught my drift

Now they tryna ride my wave

Now they tryna bang my phone

Tryna see if I'm straight

First started trappin

Used to think I was a fuck up

Had to get my chicken

Had to pick my uncle

Gun up

Knew I was a boss

Never been a fuckin' runner

Had to take a loss

It was rainin' now the sun up

Money, power, free respect

Skooch livin' through flex

Know I stand on business

Back to back

Screamin' slimy slat

Came home, got a check

Had to show him how to step

Mama, I'm sorry

Had to backflip off the steps

Came in the kitchen

See my uncle water whippin

I ain't never had a chicken

But I count a couple digits

Never had a million

But I fucked a couple bitches

Now she on her knees

Textin' me how she miss me