Lyrics

Keep doing me, I could never stop Keep cooking up and that shit is a bop When I go to the store they be calling me boss Now I wake up and go straight to the top Straight to the top, straight to the top City to city, I'm calling the shots I know the rules and I'm making it pop Making it pop, pop, pop Straight to the top, straight to the top Couple of bands just to cop up the chop Blunts in the Saturn I'm making it hot Making it hot, hot, hot I'm from New York, so she like how I talk Copping the drip, yeah, I'm on that a lot Used to dream bout meeting u in the park Now I see past all of your double talk Brought all the gear out here to the spot Wut you gon do with the shit that I bought Decked out the whip with the brand new exhaust Gave her my heart, now she got it on lock Straight to the top Straight to the top Straight to the top Straight to the top Straight to the top Straight to the top Straight to the top Straight to the top Straight to the top City to city, I'm calling the shots I know the rules and I'm making it pop Making it pop, pop, pop Straight to the top, straight to the top Couple of bands just to cop up the chop Blunts in the Saturn I'm making it hot Making it hot, hot, hot This is incredible Yeah
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