I'm At The Top

Wheelarella

Compositor: Yoalah Brinson

Getting money, counting it up cause
I'm at the top
Popping tags, buying it up cause
I'm at the top
Bitches hating, they asses mad cause
I'm at the top
I'm at the top
I'm at the top

Made it to the top, but I grew
Up with nothing
Now I'm flexing, getting money
Foreign car, yeah I be stunting
I just get it like it's nothing
Bad bitches go get money
I came from another country
Run up on me, shit get bloody
These bitches hate cause I've got far
Blowing dough like superstars
Off space juice, got it from Mars
I be ruling with the gods
Diamonds shining like golden bars
Atf{angel the foreign}, that's who I are
Ftc it's fuck the cops
We can't debate if you a opp
With the chopp I hit the scene
All my bitches here with me
Nothing but foreigners on my team
Forget these niggas, I'm following my dreams
Cashing out like it ain't a thing
I got money so I can buy anything
Yeah I'm down for everything
All these hundreds, they on me
And my squad stay with me
Guccie belt & designer tee
Snapback hat & ripped up jeans
I got diamonds all on me
I be flexing, I be flee
Team for none cause I do me
Switch up on me, you will see
Been down, since I was three

Getting money, counting it up cause
I'm at the top
Popping tags, buying it up cause
I'm at the top
Bitches hating, they asses mad cause
I'm at the top
I'm at the top
I'm at the top

At the top with guap
Bitches hate but I ain't gone stop
On my life, never been a fucking thot
One thing I never do is snitch to the cops
Kneel bitches, real bitches always trust in me
That's why these real bitches fuck with me
And all this money, it's an addiction to me
That's why these hoes hate me
You might call me ugly
But I'm queen & you know
I'm boss of all boss's like pharos
Fresher than the bitches you know
Now turn up
Celebration with my squad
Cause we done glowed up
One thing about my bitches
They won't switch up
Billion dollar baby, back down from what?
These bitches ain't me, they mad
I show up & strut
Told my brother lawyer, fuck the judge
They gave him two to ten, want him to lose
But he gone always win
And when he get out it's gone be a celebration
Now I see why the fuck these bitches hate me
I'm feeling like I'm so fucking brilliant
Already at the top & I'm making a statement

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