作词 : Carter Bryson/Bobby Sandmanie/Corey Kerr/Thomas Ross
作曲 : Carter Bryson/Bobby Sandmanie/Corey Kerr/Thomas Ross
[Intro]
Okay, yeah
Okay, uh
Okay

[Chorus]
I come in when they waking up
My twin slide by, he'll take your money
All these niggas said they making money
But, honestly, they don't make enough
They ain't making nothin'
That *** keep frontin'
My Trackhawk Jeep, I'm racing dog
All this *** help my diamonds
Pop a G6 *** and I'm taking off
Honestly, I don’t do the love
And I still ** on hoes, but I like you, shawty
We just drink hard, we don’t go to no parties
All these percs, that's the Top Floor for ya
I’m off all these ***, I don’t go to no clubs, and
All these ***es tryna come through and ** me
I’m tryna figure out which one love me
I’m tryna figure out which one trust me

[Verse 1]
My chain keep swangin', my gang keep gangin'
My *** come through like all the time
All I see is dollar signs, My brand new shades Balenciaga
All these girls got Vetements prolly
Yes, I'm the nigga that made no stylist
I go shoppin' ???
Ain't nobody touchin' my swag
I got way too much **, too much drank
And I'm mad don't text her back
I get way too fly, I'm jet lagged
And your *** jet lag
I just keep on going back to back
With these hits and with this swag
We just keep on going back to back
And honestly I'm tryna bag it
I keep a FN right on my hip
Make a *** nigga back up
I go rockstar, raver, cowboy
And I put my ** in tobacco
I use my tennis chain as a lasso
Most of these ***es just some nat hoes
I had to switch up my last ho
I'm not the nigga from last yea

[Chorus]
I come in when they waking up
My twin slide by, he'll take your money
All these niggas said they making money
But, honestly, they don't make enough
They ain't making nothin'
That *** keep frontin'
My Trackhawk Jeep, I'm racing dog
All this *** help my diamonds
Pop a G6 *** and I'm taking off
Honestly, I don’t do the love
And I still ** on hoes, but I like you, shawty
We just drink hard, we don’t go to no parties
All these percs, that's the Top Floor for ya
I’m off all these ***, I don’t go to no clubs, and
All these ***es tryna come through and ** me
I’m tryna figure out which one love me
I’m tryna figure out which one trust me

[Verse 2]
All of this ** get ugly
I put a mask on, I’m not ugly
I just be counting up all this money
I just be counting up all this money
She said I smell good when she hug me
I think she smell good when she ???
Can't let a broke *** touch me
Can't let a broke nigga touch me
Can't let a hot nigga touch me
My diamonds polished, yours are rusty
My diamonds rainin', I use an umbrella
From all of the doors on the Cullinan
Her *** rain and I use an umbrella
From all of the doors on the Cullinan
Back seat, roll up another one
Back seat, I pour up another cup
I'm a lil' killa, I came to kill
And honestly ???
I might be the flyest in America
Tell these ** niggas try it, I'm darin' them
I'm the best and it ain't no comparison
She called me one time, I'm ???
And my brother called me up, enough
I put the ???
Rockstar, uhh

[Chorus]
I come in when they waking up
My twin slide by, he'll take your money
All these niggas said they making money
But, honestly, they don't make enough
They ain't making nothin'
That *** keep frontin'
My Trackhawk Jeep, I'm racing dog
All this *** help my diamonds
Pop a G6 *** and I'm taking off
Honestly, I don’t do the love
And I still ** on hoes, but I like you, shawty
We just drink hard, we don’t go to no parties
All these percs, that's the Top Floor for ya
I’m off all these ***, I don’t go to no clubs, and
All these ***es tryna come through and ** me
I’m tryna figure out which one love me
I’m tryna figure out which one trust me