Cruz Beckham
Lyrics
[Verse 1: DDG]
I had to cut a lot of niggas off
I'm in this jet, I'm flyin' like a hawk
I got the twin turbo on exhaust
I got like two twins in the bed
I got a thot tweakin' off the meds
She wanna top me, I'm gettin' bread (Young Mackey)
They wanna stop me but instead
I'm—
[Chorus: Swae Lee & Blueface]
Throwin' this money from top of the hotel, watch it fall to the ground
Cuttin' these niggas off 'cause they dead weight and they weighin' me down
Pourin' it up, it's plenty of good drank just to go around
Rollin' the gas, nigga, you know that I'm, I'm high as a cloud
I'm down to box (Box)
Leave the chop at the ringside, I want all of the beef and the french fries
DDG and Swaе Lee, this a tape-tape
Patek Philippе got me late-late
No, I just can't promote the show, blind date
I can't see the schedule from the flight bay
Up in the sky with no Wi-Fi
Can't connect with no bitch that stay online (Woah)
[Verse 2: Blueface]
About this track
"Top" is a song by Blueface from the album D&B1*, released in 2024. The song was written by Blueface, DDG, Swae Lee, Young Mackey. It was produced by Young Mackey.
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Produced by Young Mackey
She just like to post pictures to get likes
I been treatin' all the wrong bitches right (Right)
I married Amiri, I'm rich for life
Muscle memory, money like ride a bike (Bike)
I could lose it today, make it back tonight
All it take is a little bit of (Little bit)
Dedication, do it for the fuck of it
I set it up to be set up with it
[Verse 3: DDG]
Gotta be careful, I can't be givin' out my energy
I keep a bad bitch on delivery
She wanna stick around for the memory
She wanna get to know me, told her, "Dinner me"
She wanna get to know me, that's impossible
I took a hood bitch out to tropical
Took her to Mexico, but it was optional
She put the pussy on me, it's phenomenal
[Chorus: Swae Lee & Blueface]
Throwin' this money from top of the hotel, watch it fall to the ground
Cuttin' these niggas off 'cause they dead weight and they weighin' me down
Pourin' it up, it's plenty of good drank just to go around
Rollin' the gas, nigga, you know that I'm, I'm high as a cloud
I'm down to box (Box)
Leave the chop at the ringside, I want all of the beef and the french fries
DDG and Swae Lee, this a tape-tape
Patek Philippe got me late-late
Ain't promote the show, I sold out blind dates
I can't see the schedule from the flight bay
Up in the sky with no Wi-Fi
Can't connect with no bitch that stay online
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