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Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one We on top, we on top, we on top, we on top We on top, we on top, we on top, we on top (Woah-woah) We on top, we on top, we on top, we on top (Woah-woah) We on top, we on top, we on top Uh, uh, uh The watch is one of one, it came from Paris, it came with some documents I'm seein' you doin' your thing, I know, I know but I do the opposite (Opp, opp, one eighty) That shit is ass, trash, trash, that shit is sloppiness Bitch, I know who I am, am, am (Ayy) Back in the day I was robbin' shit The opps was havin' trouble stoppin' it Sellin' **** out the crib, line up the street, neighborhood was coppin' it Mama in the crib, lyin' through my teeth, told her it was all legit Fuck how I did it, dirty up my image, too late they let me in Either way a nigga rich I'm worth a million dollars and a smile, I could probably take your bitch Fly her out to France, pull down her pants, pair bondin' with my dick (Yeah) Havin' conversations over fish (Yeah) Show her how to stack chips (Chips, chips, chips) You was just thottin' Now you wanna have a revolution, now you changed That ain't a problem, just don't bring the thot to me unless it's with the brain Lay flat on the plane Letras de cancionesGo to sleep in L.A. then I wake up in Spain Now We on top, we on top, we on top, we on top We on top, we on top, we on top, we on top (Woah-woah) We on top, we on top, we on top, we on top (Woah-woah) We on top, we on top, we on top, we on top Uh, uh Ladies and gentlemen, it's about that time We unfortunately have to take a quick break tonight But we'll be back in five, four, three, two and One nigga try play with me, got played wit right back Nigga had Twitter fingers when I pulled up on him he said he got hacked (See you better talk, nigga, what's happenin' right now, nigga?) Fell asleep in the trap (Ayy) How I woke up in Paris? (Yeah) Pullin' up in that Spyder (Right) Got these niggas embarrassed (Yeah, ayy) Play with me I got a shooter, he stay with me (Uh-huh) None of them bitches gon lay with me (Yeah) Street credit on 804 But I'm tryna get 850 She gave me the head and I ain't give it back If I gave her to bro then I ain't give a damn I bend her right over and then I attack Backshots like I'm shooting a strap .223's, finna aim where you at Knock, knock at your door with a mask Pop, pop, make you lay where you stand Spend a ticket like I'm takin' the Tram Seven figures like I skate with Japan Slide on you for the ice, that's a win Servin' butter but ain't gettin' no tip He on IV if he don't give up the drip How many niggas is really legit? Cricket, cricket, cricket (None), cricket How many niggas is really the shit? Cricket, cricket, cricket (One), cricket (Fuck it up , fuck it up) Niggas be actin' so hard, I see a whole lot of cries (Whole lot of cries) Everybody act gangsta when it's a whole lot of eyes (Whole lot of eyes) You niggas be biggin' up chest, all I could do is just sigh (Right) You niggas that say that you be havin', be havin' a whole lot of lies I be havin' them habits, I can't understand it I move like a turtle, you move like a rabbit I pull out that ratchet, they come for my cabbage They tap in with me like they type in a tablet How many niggas is really legit? Cricket, cricket, cricket, cricket How many niggas is really the shit? Cricket, cricket, cricket, cricket Fell asleep in the trap How I woke up in Paris? Pullin' up in that Spyder Got these niggas embarrassed (Ayy) Play with me I got a shooter, he stay with me None of them bitches gon lay with me Street credit on 804 But I'm tryna get 850 Fell asleep in the trap How I woke up in Paris? Pullin' up in that Spyder Got these niggas embarrassed (Ayy) Play with me I got a shooter, he stay with me None of them bitches gon lay with me Street credit on 804 But I'm tryna get 850 From Letras Mania