Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Top, artist - Ace Hood. Album song Trust the Process, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 20.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Hood Nation
Song language: English
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| Cali for the week Rodeo drivin' |
| Flowin' baby |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Everything foreign |
| It’s lit! |
| (everything foreign nigga') |
| Cali for the week Rodeo drivin' |
| Homie brought us smoke, ok we vibin' |
| I just made a play, go bring the bag in |
| Pray for my lil' homies they so savage |
| They say it’s so lonely at the top |
| Shit, reason all my people at the spot |
| I don’t want no pussy, just the top |
| I pull out that bird and drop the top, top, top, top |
| I can’t ever let you niggas box me |
| If I do, I’m going out like Rocky |
| Couple pretty pieces in my driveway |
| I can’t let the drama in my mind space |
| Thinkin' 'bout my future, so my kid’s straight |
| Living life like everyday a holiday |
| Put that on my dawg though, we been at the condo |
| Me and Cali Kush can go together, that’s a combo |
| Yeah, goddamn, probly' with the fam' |
| If she got that jelly, this a muthafuckin' jam (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) |
| If she got that jelly, this a muthafuckin' jam (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) |
| Ayy, and we vibin' |
| Out in Miami, I’ve been whippin' on Collins |
| Speakin' of struggle, you don’t know nothin' 'bout it |
| Speakin' of struggle, you don’t know nothin' 'bout it |
| Cali for the week Rodeo drivin' |
| Homie brought us smoke, ok we vibin' |
| I just made play, go bring the bag in |
| Pray for my lil' homies they so savage |
| They say it’s so lonely at the top |
| Shit, reason all my people at the spot |
| I don’t want no pussy, just the top |
| I pull out that bird and drop the top, top, top, top |
| Coolin' in the |
| Hit 'em with the game and we off the chain |
| Coolin' wit some things |
| Saint Laurent the frames |
| Swirvin' out the lane |
| Catch ya' lady slippin' I’m gon' beat her out the frame |
| Don’t promote the violence |
| Made our way from Broward |
| Grippin' so much sauce, I might need a towel |
| I can’t hold my bowels, shittin' on you cowards |
| You can still be pussy with that money and that power |
| Ayy, I got the money on my mind |
| Money on my line |
| I need every dime |
| If it’s me or you bitch, I’m gon' make it every time |
| Cheffin' in the kitchen, these are culinary rhymes (ayy) |
| And we vibin' |
| Out in L.A. I got the neighborhood watchin' |
| We out in Broward, we gon' stop by the projects |
| Keep a one-hundred, stack your money the concept |
| Cali for the week Rodeo drivin' |
| Homie brought us smoke, ok we vibin' |
| I just made play, go bring the bag in |
| Pray for my lil' homies they so savage |
| They say it’s so lonely at the top |
| Shit, reason all my people at the spot |
| I don’t want no pussy, just the top |
| I pull out that bird and drop the top, top, top, top |