Marcus Money - Top Down (Faded) [Album Version]

Top down, gettin' faded
For this moment, can't tell how long I've waited
They always said I'd never make it
Now all my girls, they're far from basic (Far from basic)
C'mon. I've got four lines up in the soda
Yeah, and designer shades up on my nose (On my nose)
They say I changed up 'cause now I stay lit
Just tired of goin' through the same shit (Same shit)
Top down, gettin faded (Yeah, yeah)
Top down, gettin faded (Yeah, yeah)
I was tired of goin' through the same shit
Same wires showin' through my tires
Tags expired on the same whip
Tired of giving' all that I've got
Still same story with a different bitch
Pockets empty I'm approximately
About to hit me, the same lick
Same stash spot with the same brick
Same block, same bloods, same crips
Looking up to rappers like Tupac
Feelin' like I could change shit (Three, two, one)
Liftin' off with that buddha
Trying to get away
Drifting off in outer space, back when all we really knew was
They can't tell us what to do
We was young but we grew
Now everybody hated on us, they don't know what to do
We just some rebel desperados
Livin' like we hit the lotto, no worries 'bout tomorrow
Top down, gettin' faded
For this moment, can't tell how long I've waited
They always said I'd never make it
Now all my girls, they're far from basic (Far from basic)
C'mon. I've got four lines up in the soda
Yeah, and designer shades up on my nose (On my nose)
They say I changed up 'cause now I stay lit
Just tired of goin' through the same shit (Same shit)
We came a long way from sloppy joes, walkin' the hallways with sloppy clothes
But nowadays, making profits grow
My pockets pregnant, dough is not a problem no
Say no to my problemos, box 'em like Manny Pacquiao
Standin' strong like Rocky though, haters, they sweet as Rocky Road
Everyone claiming' they're my main, but they lying' though
Everyone wanna eat filet, but I don't buy it though
Turnin' up my audio, chunkin' the deuce like adios
Still pushin' big body can't fit in no outy Audi yo
Still up on a mission whoa, hold up, just got distracted though
Look at this chica's body man, I swear she do pilates bro (Oh!)
Baby what's your name? I ain't gotta know
Lookin' for a nut, will you be my pistachio
Hop in to my do' we 'bout to go to Pappadeaux
With me you'll be rockin', but without me you will not be
Top down, gettin' faded
For this moment, can't tell how long I've waited
They always said I'd never make it
Now all my girls, they're far from basic (Far from basic)
C'mon. I've got four lines up in the soda
Yeah, and designer shades up on my nose (On my nose)
They say I changed up 'cause now I stay lit
Just tired of goin' through the same shit (Same shit)
Top down, gettin' faded
For this moment, can't tell how long I've waited
They always said I'd never make it
Now all my girls, they're far from basic (Far from basic)
C'mon. I've got four lines up in the soda
Yeah, and designer shades up on my nose (On my nose)
They say I changed up 'cause now I stay lit
Just tired of goin' through the same shit (Same shit)

Written by:
MARCUS WAYNE SIMPSON

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