TOP DOWN ft. C-Brazy, Shift from tha 902 & Talon the Rez Kid Wonder Lyrics

I want a foreign car with the top down, no cap

No cap, no cap

Swear these pretty little bad biddies got no class

Man they got no class

They gon' pull up to the clubs but they got no cash

Man they got no cash

Imma tell that bad bitch throw it back

And she a savage, she gon' make it clap

I want a foreign car with the top down, no cap

No cap, no cap

Swear these pretty little bad biddies got no class

Man they got no class

They gon' pull up to the clubs but they got no cash

Man they got no cash

Imma tell that bad bitch throw it back

And she a savage she gon' make it clap, yeah

She gon' make it clap

New fitted with the tags on it

Bout to hit the plug for a damn bottle

Bitches want work but they don't got it

Put them on notice yeah I'm damn doubting

Came from a place yeah it's dark, cloudy

Y'all be clout chasing I be out wilding

Paper coming in got the money counter

Lookin for a M yeah I'm gonna find it

I don't need opinions from these broke bitches

Switching up the lane, yo I'm never missing

Got my shit always tight, always come different

She rolled that shit nice, yo that smoke hittin'

So crazy, so brazy

Tell that bitch throw it back, make babies

I been doing my thing, going crazy

She be on me, calling me baby

I want a foreign car with the top down, no cap

No cap, no cap

Swear these pretty little bad biddies got no class

Man they got no class

They gon' pull up to the clubs but they got no cash

Man they got no cash

Imma tell that bad bitch throw it back

And she a savage, she gon' make it clap

I want a foreign car with the top down, no cap

No cap, no cap

Swear these pretty little bad biddies got no class

Man they got no class

They gon' pull up to the clubs but they got no cash

Man they got no cash

Imma tell that bad bitch throw it back

And she a savage she gon' make it clap, yeah

She gon' make it clap

Make it clap like

"Order up!"

I don't even give a fuck

I don't eat pussy with hors d'oeuvres

What the fuck y'all doing? Y'all nerds

Turn her guts into soufflé

I don't give a fuck if she wearing a toupee

I don't give a fuck if she do play

I been running up my racks call me Usain

You sane?

Real hustler in my DNA

Total nonstop TNA

Leak my tape and got a VMA

Give a fuck what you was gonna say

Beat him till he ugly like yo daddy

I don't give a fuck if that's zaddy

I don't give a fuck if that baddie

I don't give a fuck if she mad at me

I just want that bitch on me

They don't wanna see me make it

They don't want to see it

We too real and y'all fucking fake

And you keep increasing

And expanding, demanding that y'all deserving treatment

I'd rather be learning lessons

Than learn from demons

Yeah

And that be facts too

I said

My bars gon' stay in your mind just like a bad mood

Permanent just like a tattoo

I be different with my bars

Make you stand still like a statue

You gotta face your fears too

You'll feel untouchable and most of these bad asses gon' fear you

You just gotta let them hear you

You got a voice and a choice that you have to make

And it scares you

It's okay to be scared

Just take your time wit' it

No one was really there

That's why I rhyme wit' it

I had to learn to read in between the lines wit' em

Once I get my spotlight I know that I'm gon' shine in it

I want a foreign car with the top down, no cap

No cap, no cap

Swear these pretty little bad biddies got no class

Man they got no class

They gon' pull up to the clubs but they got no cash

Man they got no cash

Imma tell that bad bitch throw it back

And she a savage she gon' make it clap, yeah

She gon' make it clap