paroles de chanson Top Dolla (Tripstar, Moneybagg Yo, EST Gee) - Tripstar , Moneybagg Yo , EST Gee

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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, woah
What?

Penthouse suite, top floor
Prices got cheap, we just let 'em go
Woah, watch my nigga spend a hundred K on a plain watch
Told him, "Give me ten more days, I'ma get me one"

Two-hundred occasion (What you do?)
I gave 'em (I gave)
Thumbin' through the payment in the rental car from Avis (Backend)
Withdraw on that Wocky
I shrivel up like a raisin (Real)
My nigga Trip black as hell
But he sell caucasian (Jungle fever)

White dopе, I sell it to my white folks
I ain't racist 'bout that paper
I ain't goin' brokе
Pint of Hi-Tech red (Mud)
Gotta put that shit up on your head

I got bad bitches textin' me like
Where you at?
Walkin' out of St. Regis with fifty in my britches
Get the drank dirt cheap when I go cross the bridge (Woah)
Count a hundred-fifty bucks out
It got me dizzy

Spend it, I fucked off an eighty ball with Izzy (Necklace)
Let her wear my chain
Got my pendant on her titties (Look)
Off the yacht to the jet just to see the Grizzlies (Book)
Jason said, "You cuttin' it close, you got a show
You trippin'" (Woah)
I'm not missin' that cornbread
Be there in a jiffy (Gone)

They said that it gotta be in you
It can't be on you (Woah)
But I got it in me and it's on me
What you want?
Woah, poker face when I see the plug
We talkin' business

Plain Richard Millie
So them white folks take me serious
In a meetin' with 'em, legs crossed
Hand on my chin (Grin)
Tryna negotiate me a label deal for ten

I want in
I won't drop the ball, I bet we win
Woah, they be like, "Trip
Is you sellin' fent'?" Nah

Five red bitches, that's a
(Take your time, hold up)
Five red bitches, that's a fin ball

Two bricks of soft in the loft
Hit it and you winnin' in the kitchen like it's golf
(Kitchen like it's golf)
Was tryna get it off
So I front him what he bought
I don't talk numbers with runners
Shit, nigga, I'm a boss

And we gon' drop you off
Talkin' 'bout you ain't tryna spin
I'm throwed
I be thinkin' 'bout a soul when I grin
Niggas hoes
I had 'bows way before it was a trend
(Soft ass nigga)
Only rap beef I had died before it ever began
(On my mama)

Real street nigga trapping
Gettin' high and smokin' cigs
Could turn it back to drop
Blow it up and make it big