Playboi Carti - On Top lyrics
Playboi Carti [Jordan Terrell Carter] Atlanta, Georgia. U.S. 🇺🇸
[Playboi Carti - On Top lyrics]
That shit so lit that's what we do, bitch
We shine 'cause I deserve it (Plug)
Check it out
Uh, I grab the Fanta, do it dirty
Now I'm swervin'
I don't rock no jerseys but
I'm ballin' James Worthy
I just picked up 6 pint from my dude
He stay in Jersey
Might just cop a coupe with no roof
I deserve it
I just looked inside the bag and
Told the plug it's perfect
Diamonds perfect, got that work in
(Work, what?)
Diamonds perfect, yeah, we workin'
And I swear to God
(Bitch, swear to God, bitch)
Man, I love her, I ain't got no friends, huh
I got hella hoes, sex appeal on Nelly, damn
Ooh she just FaceTimed, goofy clown
You texting them, ooh
I just step in town
Walk around, I'm flexed, damn
And I'm strapped like a cop
Who can test? yeah (Like a cop)
Got these bullets for these opps
Let 'em taste 'em
9 on my waist, bitch, no pump-fakin'
And I dress myself, bitch, got
No yes man, ooh, yeah
Stupid bitch, I get the money
All of these niggas, they talkin'
They talkin'
They talkin' like they getting money, ooh
Count it up Monday through Sunday, ooh
I spent the guap like it's nothing, ooh
I fucked your ho out the budget, ooh
Run it up, run it up, bustin', ooh
Run it up, run it up, bustin', ooh
Diamonds, they drippin', they flooded, uh
VVS diamonds so flooded, ooh
And my cup filled with the muddy, ooh
Uh, what? What? yeah
I got these tats on my stomach
Ooh, what? What? Ooh
Hit that lil bitch in designer
Ooh, uh, ooh, yeah
New bitch, new, new brick, yeah
New bitch summer tan, ooh
Run around like I'm Yams, ooh
You Froot Loop Toucan, ooh
I'm two Glock, one man, ooh
I'm two-pop 2Pac, yeah
I pop, I pop, I pop (What?)
They pop and I pop, ooh you pop and you drop
What? What? What? Ooh i pull up the drop
What? What? What? What?
Yung Carti on top, yeah, what?
When I fuck, I don't be on top, what? What?
(yeah) when she fuck she just give the top
What? What? (yeah)
When she fuck she just give the top
Ho, come top on me (On top)
Ho, come top on me (On top)
Ho, come top on me (On top)
Ho, come top on me (On top)
Ho, come top on me (On top)
Ho, come top on me (On top)
Ho, come top on me (On top)
Ho, come top on me (On top)
Ho, come top on me (On top)
Ho, come top on me (On top)
When I fuck, ayy, uh i don't be on top
When she fuck (Wow, wow)
She just give the top
When she drunk (When she drunk, bitch)
She just like a mop
When she drunk (Ooh, on top, ooh)
We don't really talk
(Ooh, on top, don't talk, on top)
She on top, I don't talk
(I don't talk, don't talk)
Ho, don't talk, just give top
(Just give top, on top)
Ho, don't talk, ho don't talk
(Ho, don't talk, ayy) on top, ayy
We shine 'cause I deserve it (Plug)
Check it out
Uh, I grab the Fanta, do it dirty
Now I'm swervin'
I don't rock no jerseys but
I'm ballin' James Worthy
I just picked up 6 pint from my dude
He stay in Jersey
Might just cop a coupe with no roof
I deserve it
I just looked inside the bag and
Told the plug it's perfect
Diamonds perfect, got that work in
(Work, what?)
Diamonds perfect, yeah, we workin'
And I swear to God
(Bitch, swear to God, bitch)
Man, I love her, I ain't got no friends, huh
I got hella hoes, sex appeal on Nelly, damn
Ooh she just FaceTimed, goofy clown
You texting them, ooh
I just step in town
Walk around, I'm flexed, damn
And I'm strapped like a cop
Who can test? yeah (Like a cop)
Got these bullets for these opps
Let 'em taste 'em
9 on my waist, bitch, no pump-fakin'
And I dress myself, bitch, got
No yes man, ooh, yeah
Stupid bitch, I get the money
All of these niggas, they talkin'
They talkin'
They talkin' like they getting money, ooh
Count it up Monday through Sunday, ooh
I spent the guap like it's nothing, ooh
I fucked your ho out the budget, ooh
Run it up, run it up, bustin', ooh
Run it up, run it up, bustin', ooh
Diamonds, they drippin', they flooded, uh
VVS diamonds so flooded, ooh
And my cup filled with the muddy, ooh
Uh, what? What? yeah
I got these tats on my stomach
Ooh, what? What? Ooh
Hit that lil bitch in designer
Ooh, uh, ooh, yeah
New bitch, new, new brick, yeah
New bitch summer tan, ooh
Run around like I'm Yams, ooh
You Froot Loop Toucan, ooh
I'm two Glock, one man, ooh
I'm two-pop 2Pac, yeah
I pop, I pop, I pop (What?)
They pop and I pop, ooh you pop and you drop
What? What? What? Ooh i pull up the drop
What? What? What? What?
Yung Carti on top, yeah, what?
When I fuck, I don't be on top, what? What?
(yeah) when she fuck she just give the top
What? What? (yeah)
When she fuck she just give the top
Ho, come top on me (On top)
Ho, come top on me (On top)
Ho, come top on me (On top)
Ho, come top on me (On top)
Ho, come top on me (On top)
Ho, come top on me (On top)
Ho, come top on me (On top)
Ho, come top on me (On top)
Ho, come top on me (On top)
Ho, come top on me (On top)
When I fuck, ayy, uh i don't be on top
When she fuck (Wow, wow)
She just give the top
When she drunk (When she drunk, bitch)
She just like a mop
When she drunk (Ooh, on top, ooh)
We don't really talk
(Ooh, on top, don't talk, on top)
She on top, I don't talk
(I don't talk, don't talk)
Ho, don't talk, just give top
(Just give top, on top)
Ho, don't talk, ho don't talk
(Ho, don't talk, ayy) on top, ayy