Off the Topic

[Intro]
Fuck your producer, my beats is by Meexhie

[Chorus]
Throw back in the booth and take off like a rocket
She wanna fuck, I put her in exotic
Spend when I want 'cause this all off the profit
Talk so much shit, I keep gettin’ off the topic
Big B with the wings and I pull through the projects
We get the money like we Illuminati
Bankrolls all hundreds, ain't no pickin' sides
The only things pickin’ a bitch is these Roxys
Oh no, I can't go broke on a ho
Jump in the 'Cat, turn the track off and go, let's go
Stopped gettin' money, was broke, when I started gettin' it, I had to go get mе some more
Didn't wanna fuck the lil' ho, honеstly, shawty was fine, but shawty was poor
Can’t even ride no more, and bitch, when I take you home, don’t slam my door

[Verse 1]
They said more money, more problems, but I know my money, my nigga, the fuck is you sayin'?
He probably put down the gun, but we just went got some more guns, gon’ blow like a fan
They know the Don gon' get this shit done, if I want it done, they do what they can
When we on the road, then I'm bringin' hoes and I’m bringin' bows on my Sprinter van
It took them a year to say that lil' shit, but it took us a week to put that on they head
Keep cryin' 'bout bitches, I'm mindin' my business, my nigga, you better go get you some bread
They cannot make no lyric video to my shit 'cause I said what I said
I feel like Johnny Bravo, I get super macho, it's a mess to get off of my best

[Chorus]
Throw back in the booth and take off like a rocket
She wanna fuck, I put her in exotic
Spend when I want 'cause this all off the profit
Talk so much shit, I keep gettin' off the topic
Big B with the wings and I pull through the projects
We get the money like we Illuminati
Bankrolls all hundreds, ain't no pickin' sides
The only things pickin' a bitch is these Roxys
Oh no, I can't go broke on a ho
Jump in the 'Cat, turn the track off and go, let's go
Stopped gettin' money, was broke, when I started gettin' it, I had to go get me some more
Didn't wanna fuck the lil' ho, honestly, shawty was fine, but shawty was poor
Can't even ride no more, and bitch, when I take you home, don't slam my door

[Verse 2]
Bitch, do you know who I am? Walk in late, bitch, you better not close that store
These niggas lame as hell, ain't no sense in cuffin' 'cause his ho gon' go
These bitches flamin' hell, I ain't tryna fuck that ho, I won't fuck her throat
She was like the gun range in hell, if a nigga reach my chain, inside my shorts

[Chorus]
Throw back in the booth and take off like a rocket
She wanna fuck, I put her in exotic
Spend when I want 'cause this all off the profit
Talk so much shit, I keep gettin' off the topic
Big B with the wings and I pull through the projects
We get the money like we Illuminati
Bankrolls all hundreds, ain't no pickin' sides
The only things pickin' a bitch is these Roxys
Oh no, I can't go broke on a ho
Jump in the 'Cat, turn the track off and go, let's go
Stopped gettin' money, was broke, when I started gettin' it, I had to go get me some more
Didn't wanna fuck the lil' ho, honestly, shawty was fine, but shawty was poor
Can't even ride no more, and bitch, when I take you home, don't slam my door