Top Dolla lyrics

[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)
Mhm, mhm

[Verse 1: Don Perrion]
You want a feat' from me, you gotta pay me top dollar
b*tch, I'm from the East, we had topside problems
I been rappin' since Killa Kellz was actin' like Reed Dolla
My dog shake sh*t, don't make me send my Rottweilers
Shout out to ma dukes, Raising Kanan like Power
I know some shooters that could finish like Crowder
n*ggas can't come around the gang if they sour
You say you know everything, you probably wearin' a wire
I done really slid on the opps on bad tires
I done really had to work the glizzy like some pliers
Free my baby Quay and Kemo, them n*ggas lifers
I don't ever like to waste time, sh*t priceless
Cuz really rocked Rolling Loud talkin' spicy
b*tch, we done made a touchdown like the old Gotti
I'm a real Michigan boy, I ain't Lil Yachty
I'm a real Michigan boy, I ain't Lil Yachty

[Verse 2: YN Jay]
Bad b*tch skinny as hell, she got a lil' body
n*gga, you don't never really stress, you got lil' problems
Put my young n*ggas on your head, them my lil' goblins
Wish a n*gga would, bet you won't— yeah
Wish a n*gga would, but you won't, you gon' would not it
7.62s go through trees, can't no wood stop it
Big-ass capacity Backwood, ain't no 'Wood stoppin'
n*gga broke as hell in the club, he got lil' pockets
Big gun, let it blast off, this my lil' rocket
Bad b*tch give me good head, she got lil' toppy
Bad b*tch spit on the di*k, she get a lil' sloppy
You and your man splittin' half a pill, you off a lil' molly
Throw a block party in the hood, got the hood sloppin'
Damn, I mean the hood slappin'
Walked in B-A-P-E, got the hood jacket
Only time you wipe a n*gga nose is with a lil' napkin
Snuck the yeah-yeah in the club, this my lil' ratchet
Hood b*tch don't know how to act, she a lil' ratchet
[Verse 3: Don Perrion]
Take a n*gga sh*t and flick a pic', b*tch, I feel like Jigg
We was young as hell at Coca-Cola Classic with the blick
Grew up on they ass, my sister friends 'nem want some di*k
I done robbed some n*ggas' favorite uncles, got they nephew p*ssed
I ain't got no f*ckin' whack jumper, I be hittin' sh*t
Been had it back when J.R. Smith played for the Knicks

[Interlude: YN Jay]
Right there at the end, man
Let me just come right in, you know what I'm sayin'?
You know what I'm sayin'?

[Verse 4: YN Jay]
Punch me in at the end
Punch a double bedroom, hit her with some twins, ah
I just spent a Benz
He trippin' on sixteen hundred, I just spent a ten
What the f*ck you on?
Why you waitin' with your hand out? What the f*ck? You grown
Talkin' crazy out your lips, you better watch your tone
I'll have my n*ggas at your crib, you better watch your home
You ain't made no plays all week, you tryna watch your phone
I'll throw a jab at your face, you better block your nose
Oh, your b*tches hittin' up my line? You better watch your hoes