Rubi Rose & Playboi Carti - On Top (2018)

Rubi Rose & Playboi Carti - On Top

Verse-1:
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 its 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
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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 [?]
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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

Bridge:
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

Verse-2:
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