Spice God - Top (feat. Damien Vice & G-Rated) Lyrics

Ooh
F*ck this shit goes hard as hell
Ay, yeah

Pull up on opp (opp)
Diamonds up on me they hop (Just like a bunny)
Just like a bunny, I'm gettin money
I'm going straight to the top (top)
Sippin on wop (wop)
That bitch be givin' me top (Sloppy)
This shit ain't funny, I'm gettin money
I'm goin' straight to the top
Top top top top top top top top
Top top top top top top top top (top top top top top)
Top top top top top top top
This shit ain't funny, I'm gettin money (money, money)
I'm goin' straight to the top (yeah)

She gone stroke me like a guitar
She gone sit down like a sitar
She gone sit down where my shit hard
Might pull off in a fast car (errr)
Pull up no chrome (ay)
Hit you when your folks home (bah)
I pull all night all night all night all night hit you with the rozo (yessir)
Ay, Frozone on my wrist
Frozone on my bitch
Cold front on my fist gets wet like fish (splash)
I be flooding though (yuh)
I be stacking money I be grinding ho
I'm a count it up
I'm a get some more (get some more)
Get some more
Might pour up a four who know
I'm a dog but don't call me Toto
Oh no oh no (oh no)

Pull up on opp (opp)
Diamonds up on me they hop (Just like a bunny)
Just like a bunny, I'm gettin money
I'm going straight to the top (top)
Sippin on wop (wop)
That bitch be givin' me top (Sloppy)
This shit ain't funny, I'm gettin money
I'm goin' straight to the top
Top top top top top top top top
Top top top top top top top top (top top top top top)
Top top top top top top top
This shit ain't funny, I'm gettin money (money, money)
I'm goin' straight to the top (yeah)

Ay Spice, let me get in on this
Let me get on top of this
Up in the metropolis
Ominous beat
But Imma gonna go and give heat
Pullin shit out my top hat
I don't cop cats
Imma a canine
K, fine
Have fun in the salt mines
I assault rhymes
I don't even need a colt 9
Uncultured swine
But I flu like 2009
In due time
I spew dimes
Bunch of Simps to a Frank Grimes
Bunch of plants, but who really has the power
Put the pedal to the metal, f*ck flowers
Elevating up towers
You can stare up, nice view that you got
Enjoy the bottom of my muffin top
Obese? Oh please
Don't come at me
I've mastered peace
SG, every beat is a masterpiece
My bars don't need Taffer, please
Rescue police for yousa need
You ain't do the deed
You rent A-P-T's
Now that's A-P-T
I see, they scene so fake
Let that set in, heading straight to the top
Makin' a lo
Hey can I call you back later
Mom's calling