Drew. C - Top

Wanted to cook up some dope shit so we in the stu, just whipping the pot (whip it)
Never gon' fold in front all of the pressure, I came to claim me a spot (spot)
My brothers all warned me "Ayy bro she a thot," but I still like her a lot (a lot)
The AC ain't broken but shit felt too hot, even when I was on top (top)
Countin' up commas and digits, 'bout to pay her a visit later today
Played her my music, told me she dig it, give a fuck bout what anyone say (fuck it)
Sippin' on Chardonnay with the filet
Livin' the life that you cannot relate (uh, uh)
Try to catch up, you still miles away
Do what I say, like this ain't a debate
Out in the wild, we wildin'
From head to toe, we stylin'
Always on the move, no stable
Bitches be bad like Megan Thee Stallion
After the greens but I ain't no vegan
Money's the one thing I pledge allegiance
Do what I want and I don't need a reason
Switch up my flow like the change of the seasons
She like what I do, tell her bring a friend, wait no, make it two
Turn around, hit it from the back, by the end of the night, might as well just make it loose, uh, yeah
I got a lot on my mind, not just the regular kind
Look for the truth I can't find, that's why I stay up deciding
Where I'm gonna head for the day
She gon' give me head when I say
She the baddest bitch in this place
While yours stay plainer than Jane
Some people just keep switching they lanes
Don't have a plan, but go out their way
Craving for shit they don't really deserve
Whether it be clout, money, or fame
Wanted to cook up some dope shit so we in the stu, just whipping the pot (whip it)
Never gon' fold in front all of the pressure, I came to claim me a spot (spot)
My brothers all warned me "Ayy bro she a thot," but I still like her a lot (a lot)
The AC ain't broken but shit felt too hot, even when I was on top (top)
Countin' up commas and digits, 'bout to pay her a visit later today
Played her my music, told me she dig it, give a fuck bout what anyone say (fuck it)
Sippin' on Chardonnay with the filet
Livin' the life that you cannot relate (uh, uh)
Try to catch up, you still miles away
Do what I say, like this ain't a debate
I want to do something, I hit up bronem, no question asked, he always on go
Money over bitches, tryin' to secure the bag, but these bitches be doing the most (too much)
In the club, she working on bro, gave him the eyes and pulled down his draws
Went in there without a plan, but I know he be like me, we calm and composed
They ask me, "What's on your mind?" I be like "Money, these days"
I ain't selfish, still want it all to myself, 100-meter, no relay
I heard what she said, but Imma still eat it up and take a bite of that cheese cake
Want me to leave her, in the morning, all that came out her mouth was "Please stay"

Written by:
Andrew Chou

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