LYRICS
作词 : Dijon Mcfarlane/Durk Derrick Banks/Isaac De Boni/Lucien Parker/Melvin “4Rest” Moore/Michael Mule/Nicholas Balding/Nicholas “Nic Nac” Balding/Samin Khan/Thomas Levesque/Tyrone Griffin Jr.
作曲 : Dijon Mcfarlane/Durk Derrick Banks/Isaac De Boni/Lucien Parker/Melvin “4Rest” Moore/Michael Mule/Nicholas Balding/Nicholas “Nic Nac” Balding/Samin Khan/Thomas Levesque/Tyrone Griffin Jr.
(Mustard on the beat, ho)
On top of the world, me and my clique, ayy
Got it out the mud, now we all lit
This how it feel to be rich back and poppin'
**** your feelings, I can't hear the money calling
Yeah, me and my friends
Yeah (Ooh, yeah), me and my twins
Yeah (Ooh, yeah), me and my friends
Yeah, Yeah
My friends, my niggas, my gang
Who they think they playin' with, who in God's name?
Hangin' out the lamb, I drive a suicide thing
Who been smocking midget, you ain't doing high grade
Know I gotta make a good first impression, **** her from the back lettin' out all all my aggression (yeah)
Casamigos got you acting reckless, sеx you with the lights on, still got on my neckless (yеah)
I bought some bottles and bitches for me and my friends
I'm in a urus lil bruh and them came in the benz
Stop counting my pockets just know that I'm getting my ends
I might spend it all on my friends
On top of the world, me and my clique, ayy
Got it out the mud, now we all lit
This how it feel to be rich back and poppin'
**** your feelings, I can't hear the money calling
Yeah, me and my friends
Yeah (Ooh, yeah), me and my twins
Yeah (Ooh, yeah), me and my friends
Yeah, Yeah
That ain't your dog, you ain't got the same opps
That's my mud brother, got love for him like the same pops
You know I love you when I send the real addy to the main slot
You know that's twin 'n 'nem, same thots, same Glocks
Bitch you think too much, you trynna fight me cause I'm sober, bitch you drink too much (Bitch you drink too much)
And if we ****in' sit outside, cause he don't know who to trust
They stop my residency at Drai's, my case too much (My case too much)
I was fighting my gun case by my lonely
These are my brothers who I'm with, these not my homies (these not my homies)
For his baby shower ain't have no money, I gave him onesies (I gave him onesies)
Call his Mama my Mama or call her Auntie
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
On top of the world, me and my clique, ay
Got it out the mud, now we all lit
This how it feel to be rich back and poppin'
**** your feelings, I can't hear the money calling
Yeah, me and my friends
Yeah (Ooh, yeah), me and my twins
Yeah (Ooh, yeah), me and my friends
Yeah, Yeah