On Top Lyrics - Playboi Carti

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti] 

Cos I deserve it 

I grab the Fanta, do it dirty now I'm swerving 

I don't rock no jerseys but I'm balling James Worthy 

I just picked up 6 pint from my dude, he stay in Jersey 

Might just cop a coupe with no roof, I deserve it 

I just looked inside the bag and told the plug it's perfect 

Diamonds perfect, got that work in 

Diamonds perfect, yeah we working 

And I swear to god, man I love her, I don't got no friends 

I got hella hoes 

Sex appeal on Nelly, damn 

She just FaceTimed, goofy clown you texting them 

I just stepped in town, walking around on flex damn 

And I'm strapped like a cop, you can test 

Got this bullet for the opp, let them taste 

Nine on my waist bih, no pump fake 

And I dress myself bih, got no yes man 

Stupid bitch I get the money 

All of these niggas they talkin they talkin they talkin like they getting money 

Count it up money, do something 

I spent the guap like its nothing 

I fucked your hoe out the budget 

Run it up, run it up, bussin 

Run it up, run it up, bussin 

Diamonds they drippin they flooded 

VVS diamonds so flooded 

And my car filled with the muddy 

I got these tats on my stomach 

Hit that lil bitch [?] 

New bitch, new, new brick 

New bitch [?] 

[?] 

You froot loop, toucan 

I'm two Glock one man 

I'm two pop 2Pac 

I pop, I pop, they pop and I pop 

You pop and you drop 

I pull up and drop 

Young carti on top 

When i fuck I don't be on top 

When she fuck, she just get the top 

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[Bridge: Playboi Carti & Rubi Rose] 

Hoe come top on me 

Hoe come top on me 

Hoe come top on me 

Hoe come top on me 

Hoe come top on me 

Hoe come top on me 

When I fuck aye, I don't be on top 

When she fuck, she just get the top 

When she drunk, she just like the mop 

When she drunk (on top), we don't really talk 

We don't talk, I don't talk, she on top, I don't talk 

Don't talk, ho don't talk, just get top 

On top 

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[Verse 2: Rubi Rose] 

Shut the fuck up nigga 

Carti quit playin with me (stop it) 

Say that shit again (are you serious) 

I get top, I get top ye 

I get on top, I get on top, I get on top 

Young Rubi on top 

Came in with this guap, twirling on your locks 

While I make you eat my box 

You can sip up on your wock baby 

Thats how you talk baby, damn 

Slide in it, slide in it, pull it to the side 

Sit up on your lap while you grippin on my thighs 

Look me in my eyes 

Fuck that, fuck that 

He get nasty, I get nasty 

I'm not classy, but I'm boujee (boujee bitch) 

I got toolies bitch, and I'm banging red 

Bitch I'm Rubi 

Rubi Cash Carti, Cash Carti Rubi 

We do this