QuinceLu - Be on Top

(Wicho Beatz)
Lu, Lu, Lu...

[Hook]
Imma be on top,
Standing on Benji’s
Imma be on top,
Standing on Benji’s
Imma be on top,
Standing on Benji’s
Imma be on top,
Standing on Benji’s

Standing on my benji’s,
Woop, woop, woop
Riding in them benzi’s,
Woop, woop, woop
Running up the benji’s,
Woop, woop, woop
My name should be Bentley,
Woop, woop, woop
Woop, woop, woop

[Verse 1: Big Fye]
Strap up in my pocket like a pocket pu**y
Socket on me,
Plug talk, got a pocket rocket on me
Run up, pop, pop
Diamonds looking like a comet on me
She gon drop it, bust it on a ni**a
Cause this money on me

She got powder on her nose,
Nutted on her toes
I grip a four four,
Diamonds they on gold

[Verse 2: QuinceLu]
Ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo
I just want them Benjamins
Green and blue, I want them chips
Dripping sauce, I'm walking in
Confidence cause I got bands
Now they hating, I ain't pressed
Imma keep on stunting on em,
Stay a hundred, my slogan

Don’t contest, no offense
But you not in my conference
Don't make sense, why I got checks,
Well I be doing shit correct
Run my set, like it was chess
I turned these bills into a Benz
So don’t get vexed, ain’t no flex
I done earned all my respect

Imma stack this guap
Pile it up, run it up, maybe go spend it
Talk too much
Imma really get it, Imma flip it up, money extended
Cross my arm
Bi**h Im Broward County till Im ended
F**k you thought
This ain't luck this come up was intended

[Verse 3: Remmy Rasclat]
Imma be on top,
Standing on my Benji's
200 for the Fendi
I can’t get no money being friendly
Walk-in through the function
And I didn’t pay the entry
I can feel the envy

Look!
Look at pussy boy say “What Up"
(Like what up?!)
Told that broke ni**a, just shut up
(Shut up)
Usain,
How a ni**a run up (Like bolt)
Chill lil woedy,
Get done up (done up)
Feelin like Lebron,
How I one up
(How I one up)
They don’t ever talk about the come up
(Damn)
Up all night till sun up (Aye)
Up all night, till sun up (Aye)

Now bi**hes in the trap
Like a kick back (Come over)
We don’t know you ni**a,
Gone get back (Bounce)
Smoking good weight,
I can do that (Ounce)
Boy you never home
How'd you do that (Huh)
Lookin at that ni**a like
Who that? (Like who?)
Leave batti boi
All blue black (OUCH)
Going broke again,
How'd you do that…

Its only one more line and that's it
Aye, Imma ad-lib

Written by:
LUIS GUTIERREZ LOYO, LUIS QUINTERO

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