Top Dollar

[Looney Coleone] Who bust it down potna, it's Coleone go ask yo momma We blowin up, pockets fatter than Eve Honda I'll murder man, bout my cash and 50 states I'll hurt a man, whoop his ass if he wanna hate I'm stompin in my steel toes, don't fuck with snitches Got my ski mask down, lickin niggas like dyke bitches We hardcore, killin em off in the east Ain't no such thing, as bowin down When I hit the ground, when I bust this round Poppers from my pistol got niggas frozen like Freeze-Tek Got yo baby momma house lookin like we done wrecked that Run up on a soldier get roped down like recess Niggas get dropped in the water like they was tea bags Fuck you niggas, y'all can't fuck with us and you know that I'm hittin these niggas like a card dealer on blackjack It's real life, go shell for shell and deep Fuck a patch, give me scratch on some bomb ass weed Chorus(2x) Top Dollar, nigga can you hang with my team We got the plug on everything that you need Money, cars, drugs, hoes Label me a drug dealer for screamin that's the way it goes [Killa Tay] Flavored like Jolly Ranchers, damage common like cancers Militant like the Panthers, I smoke fools like Tampas Bodies on campus, they mentally shut down When I touchdown, like Galloway Can still spot y'all haters from a mile away They comin, I'm gunnin em down without the scope Aim straight, even off dough-dough Now they R.I.P. like FloJo Smashed out bumpin my music, gettin sideways Straight to the highway man, it's Freaky Friday Cell phones ringin off the heezy Simply bout my dollar, poppin my collar, bump that hollar Got yo breezy, that's for sheezy, I'm all about my mail cousin I stay buzzin off the hennessy Lemon squeeze, gettin ki'd I'm too OG for y'all to know me I'm ballin like Kobe, do my dirt all by my lonely So enough, even though I'm a thug Cause my game is twice as nice As times get obsolete I go deep like Jerry Rice On a Monday Night, keepin it tight like a virgin I put yo life in jeopardy, especially When I'm perved to leave you brain dead Wishin for intermission when my tongue twistin Mass murders, got niggas comin up missin when my gun spittin Chorus 2x [Agerman] Break bread like water Strike you like a match, chase you like thunder Ridin with some killas that'll smoke that ass on the under I don't give a fuck, slap yo bitch attitude (slap sounds) Pimpin when I'm walkin, 1-0-2 Avenue Open up shop, with the A-1-Yola, no baking soda Chipped up motorola, seven shots that'll hold ya Ain't no actors, biatch, bottle of fire like a firecracker I keep it cracking in the back like a motherfucking chiropractor Walnuts, gangstas to playas, like Pretty Tony This is for my homies, it's about shootin and gettin the police Fuck em all, devil tryin to steal my dreams, I cast him out Point blank range in yo mouth, dirty like the south Smell the aroma of a pimp in the air Shock your bitch ass like electric chair 17 shots, hollow tips, don't care I ain't the type of nigga that's gonna be blastin in the air Walk right up on a nigga and pop him Walk right from the block and do it Talkin bout somebody shootin, and get the scootin Give em more than 2 scoops, motherfucking fruit loops Coming from my leather, whatever Tie your shoelaces together Shit, hell, I'm bout to explode In the game we rolled(rolled), talkin on the mo(mo) Bout to hit the road, hell, I don't give a fuck Sneaky fingers, bitch, walnut Chorus 3x