(Mustard on the beat, ho)
On top of the world, me and my clique, ayy
Got it out the mud, now we all lit
This how it feel to be rich, Black and poppin'
Fuck your feelings, I can hear the money calling
Yeah, me and my friends
Yeah (ooh, yeah), me and my twins
Yeah (ooh, yeah), me and my friends
Yeah, yeah, yeah
My friends, my niggas, my gang
Who they think they playin' with, who in God's name?
Hangin' out the Lamb, I drive a suicide thing
Who been smoking midget, you ain't doing high grade
Know I gotta make a good first impression
Fuck her from the back, lettin' out all all my aggression (yeah)
Casamigos got you acting reckless
Sex you with the lights on, still got on my necklace (yeah)
I bought some bottles and bitches for me and my friends
I'm in a Urus, lil bruh, and them came in the Benz
Stop counting my pockets, just know that I'm getting my ends
I might spend it all on my friends
On top of the world, me and my clique, ayy
Got it out the mud, now we all lit
This how it feel to be rich, Black and poppin'
Fuck your feelings, I can hear the money calling
Yeah, me and my friends
Yeah (ooh, yeah), me and my twins
Yeah (ooh, yeah), me and my friends
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, that ain't your dog, you ain't got the same opps (let's get it)
That's my mud brother, got love for him like the same pops (same pops)
You know I love you when I send the real addy to the main slot (yeah, yeah)
You know that's twin 'n 'nem, same thoughts, same Glocks (let's get it)
Bitch, you think too much, you tryna fight me 'cause I'm sober
Bitch, you drink too much (bitch, you drink too much)
And if we fuckin', sit outside, 'cause he don't know who to trust
They stop my residency at Drai's, my case too much (my case too much)
I was fighting my gun case by my lonely
These are my brothers who I'm with, these not my homies (these not my homies)
For his baby shower, ain't have no money, I gave him onesies (I gave him onesies)
Call his mama my mama or call her auntie (yeah)
On top of the world, me and my clique, ayy (yeah)
Got it out the mud, now we all lit (yeah)
This how it feel to be rich, Black and poppin' (yeah)
Fuck your feelings, I can hear the money calling
Yeah, me and my friends
Yeah (ooh, yeah), me and my twins
Yeah (ooh, yeah), me and my friends
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Tyrone Jr. Griffin, Dijon McFarlane, Durk Derrick Banks, Isaac De Boni, Lucien Parker, Michael Mule, Nicholas Balding, Samin Khan, Thomas Levesque
Copyright(s): Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Sentric Music, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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