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Curren$y

Genres: Hip-Hop

Top Down Lyrics - Curren$y

[Verse 1] 

Uh, sent ya girl a post of it, she was smokin' on my new shit 

Look like she ain't had no clothes on 

Then I said, "Let me check my phone" 

Ooh, girl, you know you wrong 

She was naked in my direct message 

Lips were sexy, I can not contest it 

I got a show in town, baby girl, you on my guest list 

It goes down in the DM, like, you gotta send it 

I got a paper fetish, baby girl, my wallets stretchin' 

I got some 'Rari fever, broke niggas'll never catch it 

I got a Goyard bag in my bitch Lexus 

I told her not to catch it, I send my homies to get it 

Seven back-to-back Corvettes when Jess is on the set 

Her shit is soakin' wet, it's makin' fuckin' sound effects 

And we ain't even in the crib, yeah, I'm tryin' to roll up 

She blowin' like a sobriety test 

Dropped the album, I picked up a check 

I'm wonderin' what I'm a buy next 

Gainin' momentum, haters payin' attention 

But I ain't trippin', watch my next step 

 

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[Hook] 

Shit, I had my top down, let 'em see in 

Top down, let 'em see in 

Shit, I put my top down, let you see in 

Top down, let you see in, shit 

 

[Verse 2] 

Girl, I ain't got no Snapchat, just pull up over here and give me that 

Nice dress, come up out it 

You was talkin' it, now show me that you 'bout it 

I ain't talkin' 'bout no internet nonsense 

She subtweetin' ever since she got it 

Now she sayin' she can't live without it 

Her boyfriend houndin', tried to unlock her phone 

She walked in, caught him in condom 

He sent apology messages and she scream 

Shorty, it goes down, I roll up 

I drive them low-riders through the town 

Seven Cadillacs sittin' in front of the Jet Lounge 

Where the cash at? That's what your dog found 

Rosé champagne, yellow Rollie crowns 

Hold them glasses up for the ones who stayed down 

Celebrate because we all paid now, you know it goes down 

 

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[Hook] 

I had my top down, let you see in 

Top down, let you see in 

Yeah, I put my top down, let you see in 

Put my op down, let you see in 

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