Off Top lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ha, b*tch
I’m really Rich

[Chorus]
Okay, I got too many rooms inside my crib
I’m on FaceTime with my hoes, b*tches asking where I live

[Verse 1]
I just sat with the label, but I didn’t sign the deal
I told my plug to turn me up
He told me, “Boy, you need to chill”
And I’ma keep the f*cking swanging 'til we got a f*cking M
Forever loyal to the family, never switch up on my friends
Inside the gate been pushing weight before I ever seen a gym
Took a loss for thirty thousand when I dropped Above the Rim
They talking money when we meeting, ain’t no need to meet again
Ain’t no capping in my rapping, so I never need a pen
I like a freak to mind her business, tell the people I’m her friend
I play for keeps
I get the pus*y, then I dip ‘em in the wind
I’m a motherf*cking pimp
I f*ck her once, I f*ck again
Yeah
If I ain’t on Patron, I’m on the Hen'
And I ain’t tryna kick it with you n*ggas, f*ck a friend
All these b*tches in my mention, liking pictures on the 'Gram
I’m having way too much fun sh*ttin’ on you n*ggas
They knocking on my door
'Cause I’m different on you n*ggas
How can I ignore that I’m the sickest ever did it?
Rocking shiny clothes and dancing in my videos like Diddy
I’m that n*gga in my city
And if a f*ck n*gga ever hatin’, he only hatin’ 'cause he ain’t with me
And if a lil' b*tch you hear is talking down, the b*tch is talking down because she in her feelings
Know you heard 'bout Baby Jesus
Everybody round ‘em winning
I just did a show in Charlotte and b*tches wrapped around the building
[Chorus]
And, I got too many rooms inside my crib
I’m on FaceTime with my hoes, b*tches asking where I live

[Verse 2]
I just got lost, I used my GPS to take me to my fridge
I told my baby momma she can work for me and watch the kid
Before I leave I kiss my daughter, my lil' baby getting big
When she was born, I told her she gon' be 13 in a Benz
Steady flexing on my old friend, I just dropped my next again
I’m smoking OG with my old head, talking sh*t and drinking gin
f*cking rook, you know you should’ve checked the pack
You bought the floop, I did the scoop
Just made the play in public housing, rocking skinny jeans and boots
These b*tches hanging on my di*k, they keep on saying I’m the truth
b*tches see me and they squeeze me, got the juice
I’m on the flock three times a week, for stuffing di*k inside your boo
She call my phone, I’m coming over
Put it on her, she like, "Ooh"
I’m setting trends for all these n*ggas tryna copy what I do
But you can’t never be like me, you might as well just be like you
Coolest monkey in the jungle, n*gga, motherf*ck a zoo
Got monkey nuts below that AK, b*tch pull up go with yo move
Any n*gga touch my family
I pull up, shoot up the school
Had n*ggas begging me to calm down
Bet you n*ggas gon' get the law now
I ain't finna talk to nan n*gga on the internet
'Cause when I bump into him, I’m a drawdown
n*gga don’t know what to do with me
They put a wall up, I tear a wall down
f*ck a n*gga, I ain’t falling for it
Never fall off, never fall down
f*ck them other n*ggas, we ball
'Til they come and make us put the ball down
[Chorus]
I got too many rooms inside my crib
I’m on FaceTime with my hoes, b*tches asking where I live

[Outro]
n*gga
And I ain’t write none of that sh*t, n*gga
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And b*tch, I don’t play