Lil Shine, Lil Paycheck - DROP THE TOP lyrics
[Lil Shine, Lil Paycheck - DROP THE TOP lyrics]
And I just dropped the top
Passing all these opps got my money up
Yuh and I'm getting all this guap
Running through the lot
I'm like, "Hey, what's up?"
And I just dropped the top
Passing all these opps got my money up
You don't know me like that
If I was you I would take a step back
Running fast like a track star
I might pull up with 10 bands in a Nascar
All this money's just the same
You can't play that game you be acting lame
If you rude that's a shame
Cause you don't got no fame
Who is that to blame?
GBC, that's my gang i just want to ball
You can keep the fame
I'm the one you're tryna hate
Bitch, stay in your lane
Laughing to the bank, like ha, haha, ha
I'mma make a scene, just like fa, lala, la
Check my bank account
It's a whole lotta guap i can't trust a soul
Boy, you know how I rock
Laughing to the bank, like ha, haha, ha
I'mma make a scene, just like fa, lala, la
Check my bank account
It's a whole lotta guap i can't trust a soul
Boy, you know how I rock
Boy, you know how I rock yuh, ay
Yuh and I'm getting all this guap
Running through the lot
I'm like, "Hey, what's up?"
And I just dropped the top
Passing all these opps
Got my money up (Count up, yeah)
You don't know me like that (yeah)
If I was you I would take a step back (yeah)
Running fast like a track star
(Skr, skr, oh, skr, skr, oh)
I might pull up with 10 bands in a Nascar
Skr, skr, oh skr, skr, oh, aye
Skr, skr, oh skr, skr, oh, yuh
Passing all these opps got my money up
Yuh and I'm getting all this guap
Running through the lot
I'm like, "Hey, what's up?"
And I just dropped the top
Passing all these opps got my money up
You don't know me like that
If I was you I would take a step back
Running fast like a track star
I might pull up with 10 bands in a Nascar
All this money's just the same
You can't play that game you be acting lame
If you rude that's a shame
Cause you don't got no fame
Who is that to blame?
GBC, that's my gang i just want to ball
You can keep the fame
I'm the one you're tryna hate
Bitch, stay in your lane
Laughing to the bank, like ha, haha, ha
I'mma make a scene, just like fa, lala, la
Check my bank account
It's a whole lotta guap i can't trust a soul
Boy, you know how I rock
Laughing to the bank, like ha, haha, ha
I'mma make a scene, just like fa, lala, la
Check my bank account
It's a whole lotta guap i can't trust a soul
Boy, you know how I rock
Boy, you know how I rock yuh, ay
Yuh and I'm getting all this guap
Running through the lot
I'm like, "Hey, what's up?"
And I just dropped the top
Passing all these opps
Got my money up (Count up, yeah)
You don't know me like that (yeah)
If I was you I would take a step back (yeah)
Running fast like a track star
(Skr, skr, oh, skr, skr, oh)
I might pull up with 10 bands in a Nascar
Skr, skr, oh skr, skr, oh, aye
Skr, skr, oh skr, skr, oh, yuh