Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one

We on top, we on top, we on top, we on topWe on top, we on top, we on top, we on top (woah-woah)

We on top, we on top, we on top, we on top (woah-woah)

We on top, we on top, we on top

Uh, uh, uh

The watch is one of one, it came from Paris, it came with some documents

I′m seein' you doin′ your thing, I know, I know but I do the opposite (opp, opp, one eighty)

That shit is ass, trash, trash, that shit is sloppiness

Bitch, I know who I am, am, am (ayy)

Back in the day I was robbin' shit

The opps was havin' trouble stoppin′ it

Sellin′ - out the crib, line up the street, neighborhood was coppin' it

Mama in the crib, lyin′ through my teeth, told her it was all legit

Fuck how I did it, dirty up my image, too late they let me in

Either way a nigga rich

I'm worth a million dollars and a smile, I could probably take your bitch

Fly her out to France, pull down her pants, pair bondin′ with my dick (yeah)

Havin' conversations over fish (yeah)

Show her how to stack chips (chips, chips, chips)

You was just thottin′

Now you wanna have a revolution, now you changed

That ain't a problem, just don't bring the thot to me unless it′s with the brain

Lay flat on the plane

Go to sleep in L.A. then I wake up in Spain

Now

We on top, we on top, we on top, we on top

We on top, we on top, we on top, we on top (woah-woah)

We on top, we on top, we on top, we on top (woah-woah)

We on top, we on top, we on top, we on top

Uh, uh

Ladies and gentlemen, it′s about that time

We unfortunately have to take a quick break tonight

But we'll be back in five, four, three, two and

One nigga try play with me, got played wit′ right back

Nigga had Twitter fingers when I pulled up on him he said he got hacked

(See you better talk, nigga, what's happenin′ right now, nigga?)

Fell asleep in the trap (ayy)

How I woke up in Paris? (Yeah)

Pullin' up in that Spyder (right)

Got these niggas embarrassed (yeah, ayy)

Play with me

I got a shooter, he stay with me (uh-huh)

None of them bitches gon′ lay with me (yeah)

Street credit on 804

But I'm tryna get 850

She gave me the head and I ain't give it back

If I gave her to bro, then I ain′t give a damn

I bend her right over, and then I attack

Backshots like I′m shooting a strap

.223's, finna aim where you at

Knock, knock at your door with a mask

Pop, pop, make you lay where you stand

Spend a ticket like I′m takin' the Tram

Seven figures like I skate with Japan

Slide on you for the ice, that′s a win

Servin' butter, but ain′t gettin' no tip

He on IV if he don't give up the drip

How many niggas is really legit?

Cricket, cricket, cricket (none), cricket

How many niggas is really the shit?

Cricket, cricket, cricket (one), cricket (fuck it up, fuck it up)

Niggas be actin′ so hard, I see a whole lot of cries (whole lot of cries)

Everybody act gangsta when it′s a whole lot of eyes (whole lot of eyes)

You niggas be biggin' up chest, all I could do is just sigh (right)

You niggas that say that you be havin′, be havin' a whole lot of lies

I be havin′ them habits, I can't understand it

I move like a turtle, you move like a rabbit

I pull out that ratchet, they come for my cabbage

They tap in with me like they type in a tablet

How many niggas is really legit?

Cricket, cricket, cricket, cricket

How many niggas is really the shit?

Cricket, cricket, cricket, cricket

Fell asleep in the trap

How I woke up in Paris?

Pullin′ up in that Spyder

Got these niggas embarrassed (ayy)

Play with me

I got a shooter, he stay with me

None of them bitches gon' lay with me

Street credit on 804

But I'm tryna get 850

Fell asleep in the trap

How I woke up in Paris?

Pullin′ up in that Spyder

Got these niggas embarrassed (ayy)

Play with me

I got a shooter, he stay with me

None of them bitches gon′ lay with me

Street credit on 804

But I'm tryna get 850