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