Ace Hood - Top lyrics
[Ace Hood - Top lyrics]
Cali for the week Rodeo drivin' flowin' baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah everything foreign
It's lit! (everything foreign nigga')
Cali for the week Rodeo drivin'
Homie brought us smoke, ok we vibin'
I just made a play, go bring the bag in
Pray for my lil' homies they so savage
They say it's so lonely at the top
Shit, reason all my people at the spot
I don't want no pussy, just the top
I pull out that bird and
Drop the top, top, top, top
I can't ever let you niggas box me
If I do, I'm going out like Rocky
Couple pretty pieces in my driveway
I can't let the drama in my mind space
Thinkin' 'bout my future
So my kid's straight
Living life like everyday a holiday
Put that on my dawg though
We been at the condo
Me and Cali Kush can go together
That's a combo
Yeah, goddamn, probly' with the fam'
If she got that jelly
This a muthafuckin' jam (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
If she got that jelly
This a muthafuckin' jam (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Ayy, and we vibin'
Out in Miami, I've been whippin' on Collins
Speakin' of struggle
You don't know nothin' 'bout it
Speakin' of struggle
You don't know nothin' 'bout it
Cali for the week Rodeo drivin'
Homie brought us smoke, ok we vibin'
I just made play, go bring the bag in
Pray for my lil' homies they so savage
They say it's so lonely at the top
Shit, reason all my people at the spot
I don't want no pussy, just the top
I pull out that bird and
Drop the top, top, top, top
Coolin' in the
Hit 'em with the game and we off the chain
Coolin' wit some things
Saint Laurent the frames
Swirvin' out the lane
Catch ya' lady slippin' I'm gon'
Beat her out the frame
Don't promote the violence
Made our way from Broward
Grippin' so much sauce, I might need a towel
I can't hold my bowels
Shittin' on you cowards
You can still be pussy with
That money and that power
Ayy, I got the money on my mind
Money on my line i need every dime
If it's me or you bitch
I'm gon' make it every time
Cheffin' in the kitchen
These are culinary rhymes (ayy)
And we vibin'
Out in LA i got the neighborhood watchin'
We out in Broward
We gon' stop by the projects
Keep a one hundred
Stack your money the concept
Cali for the week Rodeo drivin'
Homie brought us smoke, ok we vibin'
I just made play, go bring the bag in
Pray for my lil' homies they so savage
They say it's so lonely at the top
Shit, reason all my people at the spot
I don't want no pussy, just the top
I pull out that bird and
Drop the top, top, top, top
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah everything foreign
It's lit! (everything foreign nigga')
Cali for the week Rodeo drivin'
Homie brought us smoke, ok we vibin'
I just made a play, go bring the bag in
Pray for my lil' homies they so savage
They say it's so lonely at the top
Shit, reason all my people at the spot
I don't want no pussy, just the top
I pull out that bird and
Drop the top, top, top, top
I can't ever let you niggas box me
If I do, I'm going out like Rocky
Couple pretty pieces in my driveway
I can't let the drama in my mind space
Thinkin' 'bout my future
So my kid's straight
Living life like everyday a holiday
Put that on my dawg though
We been at the condo
Me and Cali Kush can go together
That's a combo
Yeah, goddamn, probly' with the fam'
If she got that jelly
This a muthafuckin' jam (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
If she got that jelly
This a muthafuckin' jam (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Ayy, and we vibin'
Out in Miami, I've been whippin' on Collins
Speakin' of struggle
You don't know nothin' 'bout it
Speakin' of struggle
You don't know nothin' 'bout it
Cali for the week Rodeo drivin'
Homie brought us smoke, ok we vibin'
I just made play, go bring the bag in
Pray for my lil' homies they so savage
They say it's so lonely at the top
Shit, reason all my people at the spot
I don't want no pussy, just the top
I pull out that bird and
Drop the top, top, top, top
Coolin' in the
Hit 'em with the game and we off the chain
Coolin' wit some things
Saint Laurent the frames
Swirvin' out the lane
Catch ya' lady slippin' I'm gon'
Beat her out the frame
Don't promote the violence
Made our way from Broward
Grippin' so much sauce, I might need a towel
I can't hold my bowels
Shittin' on you cowards
You can still be pussy with
That money and that power
Ayy, I got the money on my mind
Money on my line i need every dime
If it's me or you bitch
I'm gon' make it every time
Cheffin' in the kitchen
These are culinary rhymes (ayy)
And we vibin'
Out in LA i got the neighborhood watchin'
We out in Broward
We gon' stop by the projects
Keep a one hundred
Stack your money the concept
Cali for the week Rodeo drivin'
Homie brought us smoke, ok we vibin'
I just made play, go bring the bag in
Pray for my lil' homies they so savage
They say it's so lonely at the top
Shit, reason all my people at the spot
I don't want no pussy, just the top
I pull out that bird and
Drop the top, top, top, top