I’m chillin’ on top of the world
Now you know all about me girl
Tell em niggas I did it, look how I came up
Tell em niggas I’m with it, if they bring my name up
Tell em bitches I’m gone,
Don’t be callin’ my phone if it ain’t ’bout the money baby
[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
Hold up
Lets get back to my loved ones, those of you that been with me
Helped me exercise my demons, brought them to the gym with me
…
Lets get back to them things I like, lets get back to that strippin’ pole
Lets get back to her poppin’ that I ain’t even really gotta tip her though
? while I’m on tour I mean every night different show
And if you a little too sober just tell me your favorite liquor, ho
Wait, tell me your favorite the liquor ho
We them news you wanna get to know, cameras up no pictures though
Looking for them broke niggas remember me there ain’t none,
To respect my position gotta respect where it came from
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
She know I like it when the hair curled, sun dress, little bit of make-up on
Turnpike, parkway either way we’ll take it slow
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