TOP Lyrics

Uh

Huh

Hey!

Let me put my phone down (Let me put my phone down!)

All of my bitches so hot

She want me to spend a lil time

My bitch got quality top

She got the hold down (Holding it down!)

Suckin' the dick, lil baby go hard

You can tell that she love me

You can tell that she love me up in her throat (What!)

Got motherfuckin' mob ties up in this shit

With suit and ties, big bezel with motherfuckin big guns

Boujee lil motherfucka smellin' like Baccarat

I got my gun on my hip, uh, under that fur on my skin, Uh

Skin, skin, I put my bitch all in Skims, uh

And she love it, yea

New pop! New pop! New pop! Huh?

We shootin' it up then we crop, popstar

All of my bitches so hot

Yea, and I love it

If it ain't bout that money don't even bother, yea

If it ain't bout that money I ignore it, yea

Don't like it then deal with it

Like, what you gon' do ?

Marni and Prada, Marni and Prada (Yea, Marni and Prada)

Grow an army of ballers and pop out rock our own designer

I'm pop like I'm Bruno Mars

I'm hot like I'm Nik' Minaj

Her top is goat for life

I can't do hoes, they trifling

I got this hold down

She was up for the love

I was down for the month

She ain't fuck with no scrubs

I ain't brought my pole now

I ain't going out like a dummy

I know bro got it on him

I'm getting paid like monthly

I'm pop like I'm Bruno Mars

I'm hot like I'm Nik' Minaj

Her top is goat for life

I can't do hoes, they trifling, woah

Let me put my phone down (Let me put my phone down)

All of my bitches so hot (Hot!)

She want me to spend a lil time (Time)

My bitch got quality top (Mm!)

She got the hold down (Holding it down)

Suckin' the dick, lil baby go hard

You can tell that she love me

You can tell that she love me up in her throat (What!)

Got motherfuckin' mob ties up in this shit

With suit and ties, big bezel with motherfuckin big guns

Boujee lil motherfucka smellin' like Baccarat

I got my gun on my hip, uh, under that fur on my skin, Uh

Skin, skin, I put my bitch all in Skims, uh

And she love it, yea

New pop! New pop! New pop! Huh?

We shootin' it up then we crop, popstar

All of my bitches so hot

Yea, and I love it

If it ain't bout that money don't even bother, yea

If it ain't bout that money I ignore it, yea