Ty Dolla $ign - T.O.P lyrics
Ty Dolla $ign [Tyrone William Griffin Jr.] Los Angeles, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Ty Dolla $ign - T.O.P lyrics]
We headed to the TO, free my nigga TO
Mustard on the beat
So you know it's going G hoe
I cock back and reload
What type of shit you on?
Fucked her for the Rallies and the
I got it on lock, I got it on lock
Put it on something, bitch I put it on pops
Forever on some fly shit
My niggas Imma ride with
Bitch I got a gun, and my gun Imma die with
Saying till the end, all money in
I be on the money, you be on the coota
And I ain't gotta fight
My nigga Bird be the shooter
Free my nigga Moola, free Lil Will
Bitch want a Molly
Imma feed her what she feel
Been having money
I ain't trippin off the deal
All white Range, same color weals
We headed to the to, free my nigga TO
Mustard on the beat
So you know it's going G hoe
I cock back and reload
What type of shit you on?
Fucked her for the Rallies and the
I don't know about you, I just do me
I don't know about you, I just do me
I don't know about you, I just do me
I'm going to the top
I was on top of LA last June
Now I'm on top of Hollywood with a few
Main bitch said she wanna join my team
Dolla Sign OG Kush like green
Hang down to my dick
Dick hang down to my knees
Break the bitch back, Jet Lee
The label, we ain't ever gon quit
Got Mustard on the beat
Yeah we got another hit
And my pockets is fat like precious
Beemers and Benzs, we don't do Lexus
All the lil homies around me, Rolexs
Sprite mixed with Activis, shout out to Texas
Still screaming "Free TC, free TC"
Got a molly on me
Bitch I said I'm still screaming "free TC
Free TC"
Got a molly on me, I'm going to the top
We headed to the to, free my nigga TO
Mustard on the beat
So you know it's going G hoe
I cock back and reload
What type of shit you on?
Fucked her for the Rallies and the
I don't know about you, I just do me
I don't know about you, I just do me
I don't know about you, I just do me
I'm going to the top
We going straight to the top
This Relly Nation
I was playing the background
I was being pationt till I linked with Joey
He took me to some places
Like stars on a Tuesday
Where all them hoes shake it
Ass on the floor, I got the cash you know it
Count so much money, took a bath in the doe
I don't really wanna hear bout
The cash you blow
Cause you a counterfeit nigga
And the last one to go
Shout out to Ty Dolla Sign
He be on the grind
Mustard killing these beats
Yeah he do it every time
We going to the to, so forget your
Cheese stake nigga I be flyer than an egle
And I be eating beats like a bag of deredos
USTO
We go
We headed to the to, free my nigga TO
Mustard on the beat
So you know it's going G hoe
I cock back and reload
What type of shit you on?
Fucked her for the Rallies and the
I don't know about you, I just do me
I don't know about you, I just do me
I don't know about you, I just do me
I'm going to the top
Mustard on the beat
So you know it's going G hoe
I cock back and reload
What type of shit you on?
Fucked her for the Rallies and the
I got it on lock, I got it on lock
Put it on something, bitch I put it on pops
Forever on some fly shit
My niggas Imma ride with
Bitch I got a gun, and my gun Imma die with
Saying till the end, all money in
I be on the money, you be on the coota
And I ain't gotta fight
My nigga Bird be the shooter
Free my nigga Moola, free Lil Will
Bitch want a Molly
Imma feed her what she feel
Been having money
I ain't trippin off the deal
All white Range, same color weals
We headed to the to, free my nigga TO
Mustard on the beat
So you know it's going G hoe
I cock back and reload
What type of shit you on?
Fucked her for the Rallies and the
I don't know about you, I just do me
I don't know about you, I just do me
I don't know about you, I just do me
I'm going to the top
I was on top of LA last June
Now I'm on top of Hollywood with a few
Main bitch said she wanna join my team
Dolla Sign OG Kush like green
Hang down to my dick
Dick hang down to my knees
Break the bitch back, Jet Lee
The label, we ain't ever gon quit
Got Mustard on the beat
Yeah we got another hit
And my pockets is fat like precious
Beemers and Benzs, we don't do Lexus
All the lil homies around me, Rolexs
Sprite mixed with Activis, shout out to Texas
Still screaming "Free TC, free TC"
Got a molly on me
Bitch I said I'm still screaming "free TC
Free TC"
Got a molly on me, I'm going to the top
We headed to the to, free my nigga TO
Mustard on the beat
So you know it's going G hoe
I cock back and reload
What type of shit you on?
Fucked her for the Rallies and the
I don't know about you, I just do me
I don't know about you, I just do me
I don't know about you, I just do me
I'm going to the top
We going straight to the top
This Relly Nation
I was playing the background
I was being pationt till I linked with Joey
He took me to some places
Like stars on a Tuesday
Where all them hoes shake it
Ass on the floor, I got the cash you know it
Count so much money, took a bath in the doe
I don't really wanna hear bout
The cash you blow
Cause you a counterfeit nigga
And the last one to go
Shout out to Ty Dolla Sign
He be on the grind
Mustard killing these beats
Yeah he do it every time
We going to the to, so forget your
Cheese stake nigga I be flyer than an egle
And I be eating beats like a bag of deredos
USTO
We go
We headed to the to, free my nigga TO
Mustard on the beat
So you know it's going G hoe
I cock back and reload
What type of shit you on?
Fucked her for the Rallies and the
I don't know about you, I just do me
I don't know about you, I just do me
I don't know about you, I just do me
I'm going to the top