On Top (Demo) lyrics

by

Rubi Rose


[Intro: Playboi Carti & Rubi Rose]
(Ayy)
That sh*t so lit
That's what we do, b*tch
We shine 'cause I deserve it
(Plugg!)
Check it out

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti & Rubi Rose]
Uh, I grab the Fanta, do it dirty, now I'm swerving (Uh)
I don't rock no jerseys but I'm balling James Worthy (Worthy)
I just picked up 6 pint from my dude, he stay in Jersey (Jersey)
Might just cop a coupe with no roof, I deserve it (I deserve it, yeah)
I just looked inside (Ooh, ooh) the bag and told the plug, "It's perfect" (Uh)
Diamonds perfect, got that work in (Got that work in, what? Uh)
Diamonds perfect, yeah, we working
And I swear to God (Uh, swear to God)
Man, I love her, I don't got no friends (He don't)
I got hella hoes, sex appeal on Nelly, damn, ooh (Uh)
She just FaceTimed, goofy clown, you texting them, ooh
I just step in town
Walk around, I'm flexed, damn
And I'm strapped like a cop, who can test? Yeah
Got these bullets for these opps, let 'em taste 'em (Let 'em taste 'em)
9 on my waist, b*tch, no pump faking (b*tch, no pump faking)
And I dress myself, b*tch, got no yes man (b*tch, got no yes man), ooh, yeah
Stupid b*tch, I get the money
All of these n*ggas they talking, they talking
They talking like they getting money, ooh
Count it up Monday through Sunday, ooh (Count it up Monday through Sunday, ooh)
I spent the guap like it's nothing, ooh
I f*cked your ho out the budget, ooh
Run it up, run it up, busting (Run it up, run it up, busting), ooh
Run it up, run it up, busting, ooh
Diamonds they dripping, they flooded (Flooded)
VVS diamonds so flooded, ooh
And my cup filled with the muddy, ooh, uh, what? What? Yeah
I got these tats on my stomach (Stomach, what, man, I got these tats on my stomach, yuh, what, yeah)
Hit that lil b*tch in designer (Ooh, uh, ooh, yeah)
New b*tch (New b*tch), new, new brick (New brick, yeah)
New b*tch summer tan (Ooh)
Birthmark like I'm Yams (Birthmark like I'm Yams, ooh)
You froot loop, toucan (ooh, toucan)
I'm two Glock, one man (Ooh)
I'm two pop 2Pac (Yeah)
I pop, I pop, I pop (What?)
They pop and I pop (Ooh)
You pop and you drop (What? What? What? Ooh)
I pull up the drop (What? What? What? What?)
Yung Carti on top (On top, yeah)
When I f*ck, I don't be on top (He don't, uh, what? What? Yeah)
When she f*ck she just give the top (I do, yeah, what? What? Yeah)
When she f*ck she just give the top (Damn, damn)
Ho come top on me (On top)
Ho come top on me (I come top on you, on top)
Ho come top on me (I come top on you, on top)
Ho come top on me (On top, uh)
Ho come top on me (On top)
Ho come top on me (I come top on you, on top)
Ho come top on me (I come top on you, on top)
Ho come top on me (On top)
Ho come top on me (On top, damn)
Ho come top on me (On top)
Ho come top on me (On top)
When I f*ck (Ayy, uh, yeah)
I don't be on top
When she f*ck (?, wow, wow)
She just give the top (?)
When she drunk (When she drunk, b*tch, uh)
She just like a mop
When she drunk (Ooh, on top, ooh)
We don't really talk (Ooh, on top, don't talk, on top)
She on top, I don't talk (?, I don't talk, don't talk)
Ho don't talk, just give top (Just give top, on top)
Ho don't talk, ho don't talk (Ho don't talk, ayy)
On top, ayy
(Plugg!)
[Verse 2: Rubi Rose]
(?)
(?)
Say that sh*t again
I get top, I get top, yeah
I get on top, I get on top, I get on top, yeah (Woah, woah)
Young Rubi on top (Mmm)
Came in with this guap (?)
Twirling on your locks
While I make you eat my box (Ooh)
You can sip up on your Wock', baby
That's how you talk, baby
Damn, damn, damn
Slide in it (Slide), slide in it (Slide), pull it to the side (Slide)
Sit up on your lap while you gripping on my thighs (Damn)
Look me in my eyes (Look)
f*ck that, f*ck that, uh
He get nasty (Nasty), I get nasty (Nasty)
I'm not classy (Classy) but I'm bougie (But I'm bougie)
I got toolies, b*tch (Yeah), and I'm banging red
b*tch, I'm Rubi (b*tch, I'm Rubi), yeah (Yeah)
Rubi, Cash Carti
Cash Carti, Rubi
We do this
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