Toppers by Cathcart Lyrics
My bankroll is up, chasing the bag
Stay rolling up, Jason, with bad
Babes rolling up J’s in the back
Met this shorty on Bumble
Got a buzz soon as we matched
She like being my honey
Comb her hair just to relax
Still don’t know her body count
Homies tryna make me ask
But I don’t trip about her history
It ain’t none of my beeswax
I got her number and I got to pound
Like it was the start of a hashtag
The way she in stockings and dropping it down
It’s off of the charts like the NASDAQ
Always dreamy til they bring up the past
Now she gotta harp like a flashback
They want to give me a bad rap
But I never give them a bad rap
Spitting fire, y’all just draggin’ a bit
Bilbo, in my bag and it’s lit
No Lil Bo, she ain’t saying a peep
Kinda likе Peeps how I’m bagging the chicks
For real though, got me taggеd in her pics
I ain’t really called her back in a bit
If we’re playing phone tag, then I’m it
Straight flames, I ain’t losing this streak
You picture me snapping, I’m still in my essence
I spit it, no capping, got bills on my head and
I’m gifted with rapping, they feeling my presence
Ask me if I’m drinking a Jamba
Hell no, I’m enjoying some Blenders
Well known I’m that boy, it’s my gender
Elbow, hitting joints on a bender
Like a funny bone
She let me bone cuz I’m funny tho
Y’all can say I’m appearing mid
Got more raps than a mummy tho
Used to feel like I was cursed
Now the hex is gone like a honeycomb
Used to not have any comfy clothes
Now I got drip like a runny nose
With the money flow, chasing the bag
Old girls only chasing D-bags
Cheap brags, and the Double C bags
The past, I ain’t doubling back
Every time I catch a dub, I lean back, relax
I’m too up, like a judge appointed
Boy I’m popping like I’m double jointed
Staying too blunt like I’m double jointed
It’s easy to be born and to be boring
For the keyboard know I keep scores
Hard to keep score when I keep scoring
She giving top, and on top of that
Topless to top it off, no one can top her
She dirty talking, the topic
Is hopping on top like the toppings at Toppers
(Whoa)
(Whoa)
Stay rolling up, Jason, with bad
Babes rolling up J’s in the back
Met this shorty on Bumble
Got a buzz soon as we matched
She like being my honey
Comb her hair just to relax
Still don’t know her body count
Homies tryna make me ask
But I don’t trip about her history
It ain’t none of my beeswax
I got her number and I got to pound
Like it was the start of a hashtag
The way she in stockings and dropping it down
It’s off of the charts like the NASDAQ
Always dreamy til they bring up the past
Now she gotta harp like a flashback
They want to give me a bad rap
But I never give them a bad rap
Spitting fire, y’all just draggin’ a bit
Bilbo, in my bag and it’s lit
No Lil Bo, she ain’t saying a peep
Kinda likе Peeps how I’m bagging the chicks
For real though, got me taggеd in her pics
I ain’t really called her back in a bit
If we’re playing phone tag, then I’m it
Straight flames, I ain’t losing this streak
You picture me snapping, I’m still in my essence
I spit it, no capping, got bills on my head and
I’m gifted with rapping, they feeling my presence
Ask me if I’m drinking a Jamba
Hell no, I’m enjoying some Blenders
Well known I’m that boy, it’s my gender
Elbow, hitting joints on a bender
Like a funny bone
She let me bone cuz I’m funny tho
Y’all can say I’m appearing mid
Got more raps than a mummy tho
Used to feel like I was cursed
Now the hex is gone like a honeycomb
Used to not have any comfy clothes
Now I got drip like a runny nose
With the money flow, chasing the bag
Old girls only chasing D-bags
Cheap brags, and the Double C bags
The past, I ain’t doubling back
Every time I catch a dub, I lean back, relax
I’m too up, like a judge appointed
Boy I’m popping like I’m double jointed
Staying too blunt like I’m double jointed
It’s easy to be born and to be boring
For the keyboard know I keep scores
Hard to keep score when I keep scoring
She giving top, and on top of that
Topless to top it off, no one can top her
She dirty talking, the topic
Is hopping on top like the toppings at Toppers
(Whoa)
(Whoa)