Wiz Khalifa - Top Down lyrics
Wiz Khalifa [Cameron Jibril Thomaz] Minot, North Dakota/Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Wiz Khalifa - Top Down lyrics]
La música de Harry Fraud
You havin' fun (Oh)
If your nigga find out, he gon' be upset
(Oh, oh) put the top down (Oh, oh)
When it get cold, let it up, yeah
(yeah, oh, oh)
We goin' up, yeah (yeah, oh, oh)
All these girls, they with us, yeah
(yeah, oh, oh, oh) and we don't never stop
'cause we never get enough
Big joint that I fill
New lights on the grill
Gold D's on the wheels
Roll with me need skills
I can tell you how it feel
Diamond chain for a pill
Buy the waves for a mil
Ain't even tryna flex
Some of them niggas want the trophy
I want mind and respect rapping these verses
Breaking these purses when it's
Time to collect
Don't even buy just one, we get 'em in sets
Ain't talkin' clothes
I'm talking the ice on her neck
I give you a start and make
You work for the rest
Make you a boss, have you signing them checks
Checkin' the books and make
Sure my papers correct
Look, I done turned you to a threat
You havin' fun (Oh)
If your nigga find out, he gon' be upset
(Oh, oh) put the top down (Oh, oh)
When it get cold, let it up, yeah
(yeah, oh, oh)
You're goin' up, yeah (yeah, oh, oh)
All these girls, they with us, yeah
(yeah, oh, oh, oh) and we don't never stop
'cause we never get enough
Letting 'em up
Who knew that after years of hard work
The truth would be us
Two girls in the back, let our seats up
Cell phones off, so they can't reach us
I got an extra one, bitch, keep up
Put the kush in the joint
Call it secret stuff how you a boss and you
Rollin' in the cheapest one?
Me and my squad do our job
That's keepin' the bleachers filled up
They know way better than to steal from us
They work, so if we take a loss then
Shit we still get up
They wonder what's in my garage
If I'm gon' switch it up
I don't pull nothing
I make y'all go get some different work
We leave up out here and
Make all the bitches disappear
You havin' fun (Oh)
If your nigga find out, he gon' be upset
(Oh, oh) put the top down (Oh, oh)
When it get cold, let it up, yeah
(yeah, oh, oh)
We goin' up, yeah (yeah, oh, oh)
All these girls, they with us, yeah
(yeah, oh, oh, oh)
And we don't never stop, 'cause
We never get enough, yeah
Get enough, get enough
Get enough, get enough
You havin' fun (Oh)
If your nigga find out, he gon' be upset
(Oh, oh) put the top down (Oh, oh)
When it get cold, let it up, yeah
(yeah, oh, oh)
We goin' up, yeah (yeah, oh, oh)
All these girls, they with us, yeah
(yeah, oh, oh, oh) and we don't never stop
'cause we never get enough
Big joint that I fill
New lights on the grill
Gold D's on the wheels
Roll with me need skills
I can tell you how it feel
Diamond chain for a pill
Buy the waves for a mil
Ain't even tryna flex
Some of them niggas want the trophy
I want mind and respect rapping these verses
Breaking these purses when it's
Time to collect
Don't even buy just one, we get 'em in sets
Ain't talkin' clothes
I'm talking the ice on her neck
I give you a start and make
You work for the rest
Make you a boss, have you signing them checks
Checkin' the books and make
Sure my papers correct
Look, I done turned you to a threat
You havin' fun (Oh)
If your nigga find out, he gon' be upset
(Oh, oh) put the top down (Oh, oh)
When it get cold, let it up, yeah
(yeah, oh, oh)
You're goin' up, yeah (yeah, oh, oh)
All these girls, they with us, yeah
(yeah, oh, oh, oh) and we don't never stop
'cause we never get enough
Letting 'em up
Who knew that after years of hard work
The truth would be us
Two girls in the back, let our seats up
Cell phones off, so they can't reach us
I got an extra one, bitch, keep up
Put the kush in the joint
Call it secret stuff how you a boss and you
Rollin' in the cheapest one?
Me and my squad do our job
That's keepin' the bleachers filled up
They know way better than to steal from us
They work, so if we take a loss then
Shit we still get up
They wonder what's in my garage
If I'm gon' switch it up
I don't pull nothing
I make y'all go get some different work
We leave up out here and
Make all the bitches disappear
You havin' fun (Oh)
If your nigga find out, he gon' be upset
(Oh, oh) put the top down (Oh, oh)
When it get cold, let it up, yeah
(yeah, oh, oh)
We goin' up, yeah (yeah, oh, oh)
All these girls, they with us, yeah
(yeah, oh, oh, oh)
And we don't never stop, 'cause
We never get enough, yeah
Get enough, get enough
Get enough, get enough