OFF The Top ft. T goody Lyrics

Uh-huh, uh-huh,

We gon' fuck the city up with this

EX waddup, nigga

Big body Bentley sittin outside

I just wanna grind, shorty, she a dime Always wanna chill, but I don't got the time

30 on the wrist, but I don't check the time

Niggas droppin' dime, shit, should be a crime

Lockin' up the work, in the kitchen whippin'

Niggas know what's up, blues on me like im crippin

Nigga, I ain't playin', these niggas, they

be trippin'

Like they on a plane, I just do my thing

Pure cocaine, that's all I cook

3,500 on the Cartis, just to look

Bad bitch with me, got her open like a book

Prada shoes on the foot, doin' what you wish you could

Them niggas broke, I swear to God, them niggas jokes

I got him mad, I got his main bitch givin throat

This a foreign Bentley coupe, we trap hard we on the road

Before the rap, I really had it, niggas

Cappin' and they songs

And bitch, I been a man

I'm running money up like I never had it

Just grab the work in case they come and stash it in the attic

Them niggas bastards, fuck the cops, ill really let them have it

Hunnits in the mattress

Lambo with truck I really crash it,

Fuck that shit, I'll get it back

Nine to Five, we in the trap

Trap fanego 100 packs

Off the za, I really spaz

Come here shawty, throw it back

Like the way you bounce that ass

Bougie bitch, she really bad

Took your bitch, come get it back