Top of the World

You see I’m all about my dollars
My scrilla, my scratch, my loot
You see money makes this
World go round
I thought you knew
My pops put this in my head
When I was in high school
And I want banging large
Amount of rocks
And shows on my crew

You see it comes so natural
Like when I bust a flow
Six foot one Mex
I get with so step
To the plate in ‘88
And made it rhyme
Around my neck

It’s my time
You know the niggas are mine
I got this game on lock
You see my heat won’t stop
Until every hater is off my jock
And I’m alone at the top

I’m taking out
All competitors
I’m ten steps ahead
Your whips a damn shame
You were lame with no frame
And no game
Now who’s to blame
You ain’t respected locally
I’m still like I’m supposed to be

You’re played out vocally
Not even in dreams
Could you fill my shoes
Are certain loser wack rappers
Who ain’t paid they dues

Do or die
House on the hill
Done Deal
The ‘64 Chrome wheels
Done Deal
The big hundred dollar bills
Done Deal
Done deai, done deal, done deal, done deal, done deal

Mother faking colors
Uh huh
One hundreds for big toners
Can’t deal
Up in the streets of California
Said it’s a
Done deai, done deal, done deal, done deal, done deal

These lames realize
They ain’t fucking with me
No matter how hard they try
They would never succeed
Cush weed in them melon birds blunt rap
Head higher than a motherfucker
Put your bitch face in my lap
Money in rubber band stacks
California boss is just my every day life
I ain’t even trying to floss
G print air forces
Stun all you haters
I ain’t worried about you niggas
Cause I’m stacking my paper

Blueberry color sitting on dug nooses
Balling on these niggas
Got all these bitches clueless
All eyes on me
Like Pac would say
Colombian neck tie
To those who play to hate

All gas no brakes
When it comes to my dollars
I’m taking pictures
With your baby mama
Popping my collar
Mitch the amps again
With a little pineapple
Juice and just
Laugh at you niggas
While I’m counting my loot

House on the hill
Done Deal
The ‘64 Chrome wheels
Done Deal
The big hundred dollar bills
Done Deal
Done deai, done deal, done deal, done deal, done deal

Mother faking colors
Uh huh
One hundreds for big toners
Can’t deal
Up in the streets of California
Said it’s a
Done deai, done deal, done deal, done deal, done deal

On the run
Two guns
AK AR
Cops pursue me
I’m gonna switch
To they car

German blood and Adolph
Spitting till it pays off
Pull a caper
Get away with the paper
Bernie Madoff
Pesos, get dough, busting nigga
Tip toe pimping like midgets
When guns strong
They get low
Papparazzis lime light
Vision blurry hindsight

Bitches see my car
Then they want a bar
Klondike
Better get they mind right
Me I’m not a ready teller
Stacked like a fat cat
With Jew money
Jerry Heller

Mayweather, Packy out
Stay for the strap
So it ain’t
No need
To pat me down
Bras want applause
So my hoe
Section clapping now
Pap smear got you nigga pussies
Backing down

See how you acting now
And PCPs
So all i ever did was two drugs
The hood is deep
I’ll kill your whole set
With two slugs

House on the hill
Done Deal
The ‘64 Chrome wheels
Done Deal
The big hundred dollar bills
Done Deal
Done deai, done deal, done deal, done deal, done deal

Mother faking colors
Uh huh
One hundreds for big toners
Can’t deal
Up in the streets of California
Said it’s a
Done deai, done deal, done deal, done deal, done deal