Текст песни Top Dollar - Frost Dollar

When I touch down, know I'm finna bust down
Tour Bus only time I'm on the bus now
Top Dollar throwing dollars when I come around
Shawty finna pop it for me every time I pop out
And we on top now, riding with the top down,wipe me from the top down
I'm on my king shit, I don't even rock crowns
You just a jester, I don't even like clowns
We filling stadiums, all we do is rock crowds
Got the hustle in me, gotta hold the block down
I'm looking down on them and they want my spot now
Only way that imma fall is if I get shot down
Get your oven mitts, they know that we hot now
So many hits got the fans getting knocked out
I'm always on the clock even when they clocked out
Getting paid either way, nigga imma boss now
I put my bezel on, had to bring the frost out
New Js on, shit you can't cop now
I got the block buzzing, even got the cops out
As long as they don't shoot a nigga, we gone shut the block down
Key to the city shit, got the city locked down
I'm getting filthy rich, think I need to calm down
Balling through the off season, niggas know we on now
They can't ball with us like they in the lockout

But they'll try to, I just do the things that I like to
No we ain't the same i'm nothing like you
For you it's just a hobby, this what I do
I'm the one, I'm the one
She want my number, number one, number one
She wanna party have fun, we have fun
And then I beat that pussy up, redrum
You know I beat it like a drum, like a drum
Then it's back to the funds, Trust fund
I run the game Temple Run, Temple Run
We run this shit like Run, Rev Run

You know I run it like DMC
Got your bm in my dms, want my DLC
If it's problems that you want, we ain't got no beef
But if you still want drama then we gone eat
My hittas starving and they hungry so we feast
Need a toothpick, got you bitches still in my teeth
My bitches too thick, ass don't even fit on the seat
You know that all I talk is money, no ABCs
Top Dollar throwing dollars like this shit was for free
Ice cold to the toe, got me freezing the streets
You know my flo Sub Zero, I be freezing the beat
Who would've thought I'd make a milli off a mp3
It's all business, big business every time that we meet
Suited up, looking like I own a team in the league
They tryna get up on my level but I'm out of they're league
Keep trying, like I'm flying, I'm just out of your reach
Ain't no reason to be lying, I'm just tryna speak
I just practice what I preach, Now I'm starting to teach
They on my swag like a leech, I just hit'em with bleach
Im in Miami with a baddie sitting out on the beach
I stay winning in these streets like I just can't lose
I can't do no wrong, and I'm too far gone
When I pull up to party see my brand new shoes
All my shit go hard, like the Teflon Don
I'm don dada to you lil niggas, Show you ropes
I be laughing to the bank, I ain't tell no jokes
I swear they all got fire, but ain't got no smoke
Got your girl on my D, cus my swag so dope
And you know I'm going deep, going straight in her throat
Tell your girl to be my queen, come sit on the throne
It's Frost Dollar, Top Dollar stay gettin the dough
When it comes to getting money, either do or you don't
Top Dollar