RME - 2020 (feat. Ay-R, Hief & SuperflyMich) [Remix]

Look at us, yeah we on the top now
Driving down the highway in the drop top with the top down
Doing 180 on the dash real fast
Throwing big party and we making big cash
Counting these racks up, making these stacks
RME coming for that motherfuckin’ bag
Know in 2020, yeah, we getting to the bag
Woah
Look at us, yeah we at the top now
No, I don’t ever wanna fall back down
Ride through town in the blacked out coupe
We got the squad getting lit, sticking our heads out the roof
Smoke another spliff too the face, got me zooted
Now I’m just tryna vibe and listen to the music
You don’t know what I had to do to fucking do this
But now I’m here today
I had demons in my brain
They didn’t want me to see the brighter day
So I smoked away the pain
Got ashes in my grave
Look at us, yeah we on the top now
Driving down the highway in the drop top with the top down
Doing 180 on the dash real fast
Throwing big party and we making big cash
Counting these racks up, making these stacks
RME coming for that motherfuckin’ bag
Know in 2020, yeah, we getting to the bag
Woah
Yeah we talkin’ big bags, talkin’ hella paper
RME screaming out sayonara haters
All my niggas bout to leave, yeah we coming for the top now
When we make it to the summer, with the top down
I’m like Dapo with the crown now, roll another spliff and touch the sky now
Baby girl I’m high now, aye
Cruising down the highway in the Bentley Continental with the top down
Aye aye, talkin’ hella bags baby talkin’ hella breesh
Yeah you know we coming up, names ringing in the streets
We can’t settle for defeat
Trips to calabasas on the beach
Yeah a nigga see it in his dreams
Look at us, yeah we on the top now
Driving down the highway in the drop top with the top down
Doing 180 on the dash real fast
Throwing big party and we making big cash
Counting these racks up, making these stacks
RME coming for that motherfuckin’ bag
Know in 2020, yeah, we getting to the bag
Woah
Biggest bag ain’t no one ever stopping
Cop what I want, ain’t afraid to drop the shit
Fit to Immaculate, Supa swag off the radar
Got your girlfriend smackin’ dick
Suckin’ on my shit like a tick
I’m getting sick of you haters
Got my whole gang, cause these niggas ain’t no traitors
I’m outside your house all black, like my team was the Raiders
You tip 5 percent I gave a benji to the waiter
I’m not at my peak, but I’m focused getting greater
See what the boy got now, but watch out for later
Bastard hoppin’ out a spacious coupe like Darth Vader
Supa had to slice all these niggas with the Light Sabar
Look at us, yeah we on the top now
Driving down the highway in the drop top with the top down
Doing 180 on the dash real fast
Throwing big party and we making big cash
Counting these racks up, making these stacks
RME coming for that motherfuckin’ bag
Know in 2020, yeah, we getting to the bag
Woah

Written by:
Aaron Thom, Antonio Ford, Tyheim Thompson

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