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[Featuring: Kirko Banz]
(Verse: Joe Budden)
You can catch me in the strip club, stacked up, I donât keep invisible
Wonât see a man get thirsty âcause Iâm known to keep a bitch or two
Probly both be bisexual, I tell em chill and kick it boo
And never get uncomfortable, these waitresses start kissing you
Yall will call it birthday sex, I call it a ritual
If you seen it like me then I already know why yall be miserable
You donât really want no problems âcause the shooters ainât hospitable
And they gon grab them blockaz while you try and keep it physical
Pool house to that gun sounds, it donât matter where it goes down
Drive where itâs caval stone, garage just like a ghost town
I ainât even touch em yet, they feel like they been hosed down
If you real then you gotta respect this shit, Gâs up, hoes down
(Hook: Kirko Bangz)
I'm chillin' on top of the world
Now you know all about me girl
Tell em niggas I did it, look how I came up
Tell em niggas I'm with it, if they bring my name up
Tell em bitches I'm gone,
Don't be callin' my phone
If it ain't about the money baby
(Verse: Joe Budden)
Hold up
Letâs get back to my loved ones, those of yall that been with me
Helped me exorcise my demons, brought them to the gym with me
Proudly watching, sex me to death, front yo I got a friend with me
Iâd love to eat her out while you on top, putting a lem in me
Letâs get back to them things I like, letâs get back to that strippin' pole
Letâs get back to her poppin' that I ain't even really gotta tip her though
Itâs Bon Jovi while I'm on tour I mean every night different show
And if you a little too sober just tell me your favorite liquor, ho
Wait, tell me your favorite the liquor ho
We them news you wanna get to know, cameras up no pictures though
Looking for them broke niggas remember me there ain't none,
To respect my position gotta respect where a nigga came from
(Hook: Kirko Bangz)
I'm chillin' on top of the world
Now you know all about me girl
Tell em niggas I did it, look how I came up
Tell em niggas I'm with it, if they bring my name up
Tell em bitches I'm gone,
Don't be callin' my phone
If it ain't about the money baby
(Verse: Joe Budden)
She know I like it when the hair curled, sun dress, little bit of make-up on
Turnpike, parkway either way we'll take it slow
Hit the club, 20 minute deuces, either way Iâm gone
Be a fool if I stayed there, with that ass bouncing in my favorite thong
I came from nothing like my father was a deadbeat
Wasnât for that I wonât know if frustrationâs extra sweet
Top of the world thatâs left, how I sustain, maintain my legacy
Taking a bit of my soul but wonât let it consume the rest of me
Now letâs get back to this paper dough, every day same shit
Screaming R&S for life, some of yall donât know that language
Nigga for you, never for them
Best way to explain it is I want the most if I had the least
Thatâs why Iâm on my game biatch
(Hook: Kirko Bangz)
I'm chillin' on top of the world
Now you know all about me girl
Tell em niggas I did it, look how I came up
Tell em niggas I'm with it, if they bring my name up
Tell em bitches I'm gone,
Don't be callin' my phone
If it ain't about the money baby
- Album:
- Flex (Single)
- All Love Lost
- Some Love Lost
- No Love Lost
- The Great Escape
- Mood Muzik 4.5: The Worst Is Yet To Come (Mixtape)
- Padded Room
- Halfway House
- Mood Muzik 3: The Album
- Miscellaneous
- Escape Route (EP)
- Joe Budden
- Mood Muzik 4: A Turn 4 The Worst (Mixtape)
- Escape Route
- Mood Muzik 2: Can It Get Any Worse?
- Wake
- Wake - Single
- Making A Murderer Pt. 1 - Single
- Making a Murderer, Pt. 1
- Mood Muzik Vol. 2