Текст песни Top - Feni

Uh
(I'm looking for the Magic)
Huh, huh
Hey!

Let me put my phone down (Let me put my phone down)
All of my bitches so hot (Hot)
She want me to spend a lil time (Time)
My bitch got quality top (Mm)
She got the hold down (Holding it down)
Suckin' the dick, lil baby go hard (Hey)
You can tell that she love me (Like what?)
You can tell that she love me up in her throat (What)
Got motherfuckin' mob ties up in this shit (Oh my God)
With suit and ties, big bezel with motherfuckin' big guns
Boujee lil motherfucka' smellin' like Baccarat (Woo, woo)
I got my gun on my hip, uh, under that fur on my skin, uh
Skin, skin, I put my bitch all in Skims, uh
And she love it, yeah
New pop, new pop, new pop, huh?
We shooting it up then we crop, popstar
All of my bitches so hot
Yeah, and I love it
If it ain't 'bout that money, don't even bother, yeah
If it ain't 'bout that money, I ignore it, yeah

Don't like it? Then deal with it
Like, what you gon' do? (Like what?)
Marni and Prada, Marni and Prada (Yea, Marni and Prada)
Grow an army of ballers, and pop out, rock our own designer
I'm pop like I'm Bruno Mars
I'm hot like I'm Nikki Minaj
Her top is goat for life
Uh, I can't do hoes, they triflin
I got this hold down
She was up for the love
I was down for the month
She ain't fuck with no scrubs
I ain't brought my pole now
I ain't going out like a dummy
I know bro got it on him
I'm gettin' paid like monthly

I'm pop like I'm Bruno Mars
I'm hot like I'm Nikki Minaj
Her top is goat for life
Uh, I can't do hoes, they triflin, woah

Let me put my phone down (Let me put my phone down)
All of my bitches so hot (Hot)
She want me to spend a lil time (Time)
My bitch got quality top (Mm)
She got the hold down (Holding it down)
Suckin' the dick, lil baby go hard (Hey)
You can tell that she love me (Like what?)
You can tell that she love me up in her throat (What)
Got motherfuckin' mob ties up in this shit (Oh my God)
With suit and ties, big bezel with motherfuckin' big guns
Boujee lil motherfucka' smellin' like Baccarat (Woo, woo)
I got my gun on my hip, uh, under that fur on my skin, uh
Skin, skin, I put my bitch all in Skims, uh
And she love it yeah
New pop, new pop, new pop, huh?
We shooting it up then we crop, popstar
All of my bitches so hot
Yeah, and I love it
If it ain't bout that money, don't even bother, yeah
If it ain't bout that money, I ignore it, yeah