Lyrics
They saying I'm the main topic
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Big bandz inside my
They saying I'm the main
Big ole bandz inside my pocket, they saying I'm the main topic
This bitch to bad I had to clock it
Switched it up snatched her off the market
Ten k strips that's just in profit
You try to rob I'ma hit my target
Balenciaga, Bottega, louis lovers got all flavors
Give her back to the streets let god save her
Spending my time doing time tables
Counting up money right now and later
I'll beat up the road like it owe me some paper
Ricky stepping all over a hater
Got rid of the bitch she ain't work in my favor
Zero's on me, ball like Tatum
Bankroll loaded got all kind of flavors
Dog shit on me they smelling me, like ESPN they watching me
Got ice on me like hockey team this shit be to hard not to freeze
Spilt the lean on my side piece, that G two three my everything
Ill up and spray like oil sheen
Terps and perc's that's all I need
Just for me to go hit the streets
Black truck or the SRT
Pick ya poison it don't matter to me
I know dis hoe bad but I'm ready to leave
Cold hearted wear it on my sleeve
They wonder how I make it look so easy
Two mill up tryna get like Peezy
Pass me the light I'll spark like Weezy
I spend that shit then double back
His pockets tapped he don't know 'bout that
Triple crosses on my hat, chrome heart be my thinking cap
Bought every loss that I put on a tab
If she want love I wink and laugh
If I see options then I pass
Whatever you do say off yo ass
Big ole bandz inside my pocket, they saying I'm the main topic
This bitch to bad I had to clock it
Switched it up snatched her off the market
Ten k strips that's just in profit
You try to rob I'ma hit my target
Balenciaga, Bottega, louis lovers got all flavors
Give her back to the streets let god save her
Spending my time doing time tables
Counting up money right now and later
I'll beat up the road like it owe me some paper
Ricky stepping all over a hater
Got rid of the bitch she ain't work in my favor
Zero's on me, ball like Tatum
Bankroll loaded got all kind of flavors
Nigga said he lookin for me know I'm deep with the faces
Baby I call dis rich sex, ween have cuffs, tie her up Ricky laces
She dropped the dot onna opp, thought he was getting some twat
Box 'em in tryna leave the clip vacant
Everybody round me havin' that dog shit in
Even the vet ain't making what we making
Double cup I sip drank ok
She thought she couldn't get replaced, no way
I'll get a new hoe same day, on gang
Black truck onna average day
My average pay ain't ya average pay
I go Celine, Rick, Marni, to plays
I spend this money for the times that I can't
I been sayin' yes for all the times that I ain't
Dem niggas be scared when we pop out, they know we pop shit
Just got load onna perc's, them RP tens
Serving the J's might 'cause a mosh pit
Bitch I'm the one and then sum
I might took a break on dis shit but I never lost it
Walk in room they ain't even gotta say my name
Heads turning 'cause I'm the main topic
Big ole bandz inside my pocket, they saying I'm the main topic
This bitch to bad I had to clock it
Switched it up snatched her off the market
Ten k strips that's just in profit
You try to rob I'ma hit my target
Balenciaga, Bottega, louis lovers got all flavors
Give her back to the streets let god save her
Spending my time doing time tables
Counting up money right now and later
I'll beat up the road like it owe me some paper
Ricky stepping all over a hater
Got rid of the bitch she ain't work in my favor
Zero's on me, ball like Tatum
Bankroll loaded got all kind of flavors