Have To Ask My Lawyer

[Intro]
You are now tuned in with the Top Kid Show (One, two, one, two, three)

[Chorus]
Hair did, nails did, matte black Range Rover top-down, Malibu California
She want all my kids, say I don't miss, I can't lie, I think I'm starting to adore ya
Top floor penthouse, I'ma fuck her on the king bed, then smoke weed by the foyer
Sneaky link, wanna link and I'm like, "Okay, but I'm gonna have to ask my lawyer" (One, two, one, two, three)
If it ain't Narnia, then where the fuck you goin'?
All-black outfit, Rick Owens
If ya' ass ain't gettin' to the money, how the fuck you think you ever gonna get shit goin'?
Your ex nigga gotta die, if his top be showin', better hope his top ain't showin'
And the opps not blowin', when the tables get to turnin' then the odds start showin'

[Verse]
Then the odds start showin'
I done came up, now I'm rockstar-blowin'
Say he getting money, but his roster ain't on it
I be with the Top Kids, popstar rollin'
You gotta know you broke, when ya pop start to know it
You gotta know you broke, when ya mom start to notice
Say he gettin' money, but we been knew it's bogus

[Bridge]
(Say he gettin' money, but we been knew it's bogus) Say he gettin' money, but we been knew it's bogus
(Say he gettin' money, but we been knew it's bogus) Say he gettin' money, but we been knew it's bogus
(Say he gettin' money, but we been knew it's bogus) Say he gettin' money, but we been knew it's bogus
(Say he gettin' money, but we been knew it's bogus, one, two, one, two, three)
(Say he gettin' money, but we been knew it's bogus)

[Chorus]
Hair did, nails did, matte black Range Rover top-down, Malibu California
She want all my kids, say I don't miss, I can't lie, I think I'm starting to adore ya
Top floor penthouse, I'ma fuck her on the king bed, then smoke weed by the foyer
Sneaky link, wanna link and I'm like, "Okay, but I'm gonna have to ask my lawyer"
If it ain't Narnia, then where the fuck you goin'?
All-black outfit, Rick Owens
If ya' ass ain't gettin' to the money, how the fuck you think you ever gonna get shit goin'?
Your ex nigga gotta die, if his top be showin', better hope his top ain't showin'
And the opps not blowin', when the tables get to turnin' then the odds start showin'