[Intro]
Do you mind if I play somethin' for you?
[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Oh, I'm on top, my block is off
Soon as you walk up to me, I'ma make her count it
She wouldn't know what to do without me (Oh)
We in love, we get to the paper
And if another one choose you don't trip
Thats how I know you a down ass bitch (Okay)
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
You ain't gotta stop, go hard, don't quit
Chillin' at the crib, when you out, you that bitch
Used to be skinny, now you gettin' thick
Used to want a boyfriend, now you want dick
You a bad lil bitch
Tryna rack up, tryna get rich
Tryna get money for a new Birkin
Tryna secure the trip for your girlfriend
Tryna lock down the D like a permit
Other girls try to hit, you determined
When the bitches come around, you make 'еm nervous
Make them othеr niggas pay for your service
Me?
[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
I'm on top, my block is off
Soon as you walk up to me, I'ma make her count it (Uh huh)
She wouldn't know what to do without me (I see who you with)
We in love, we get to the paper (I see who you wanna be with)
And if another one choose you don't trip (Oh)
Thats how I know you a down ass bitch (Uh)
[Verse 2: Chevy Woods]
I'ma show her what these racks do
Gettin' top in my homeboy's bathroom
She got all that ass on her when she pass through
Good brain, she the smartest in the classroom
She gon' bust it for a nigga, I'ma throw them ones
I'ma need a replay, baby, not just once
Told her, we just getting started, and the nights still young
We gon' need more shots 'til we both get drunk
Look, I'm a fool with it
You paid the doctor for it, what you gon' do with it?
Its brand new to me, I don't care who hit it
No kids, sorry, I can't let loose in it
You be cuffin' on a bitch, I let her choose, nigga
[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
I'm on top, my block is off
Soon as you walk up to me, I'ma make her count it
She wouldn't know what to do without me (Oh)
We in love, we get to the paper (Oh)
And if another one choose, you don't trip (Oh)
Thats how I know you a down ass bitch
[Verse 3: Narissa]
He thought he was rich 'til I made him richer
He thought he was really winnin' 'til he met a winner
My nigga in the summer ain't my nigga in the winter
Spend that cash on a nigga if you really fuckin' with it
Its just me and mine we countin' this money all day
We so in line, don't matter what nobody say
And I'll flip a brick quick instead of talkin' shit
With the shit, slap a bitch if she too up in my mix
On my nigga, all up on his dick, bitch, get a grip
I heard you thirsty for the tea, bitch, I know you wanna sip
Want a sip
[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
I'm on top, my block is off (Oh)
Soon as you walk up to me, I'ma make her count it
She wouldn't know what to do without me (Oh)
We in love, we get to the paper
And if another one choose, you don't trip (Oh)
Thats how I know you a down ass bitch
