MPA Wicced - Who's On Top lyrics

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MPA Wicced - Who's On Top lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug] MPA, what up? (Rich Gang) It's Thugga, Thugga baby Got my whole crew behind me [Hook: Young Thug] I want you to say, say RIP to my big dawgs lets pray Me falling off any time soon? No way Im ballin' for a lifetime and a day And I get money, that sh** run in my family Let them goons get on your head, yea they from Los Angeles Anything I ask them to do, do believe they handle it I got one question just answer it Who's on top? [Verse 1: MPA Duke] And I'm sitting back thinking of a master plan Trap going crazy, we smoking sh** from Amsterdam I been doing this for a very long time now The only option is climbing up, ain't no falling down And I been a Young Thug, and I'mma get wicked bout that paper Momma always told me to sh** on all haters (?) you can call 'em glaciers Comin' to get they cash, this ain't the movie takers See me and (?), see me and (?), I could shoot the work I don't need no shooter with me cause I'm shooting first I'm such a boss, somewhere eating a healthy meal Runnin' in and out the marina, we in Beverly Hills [Hook: Young Thug] [Verse 2: MPA Wicced] They got me thinkin' like Einstein with the number I got a money vision, all I see is commas I want the sleep dreaming, going down the money tunnel Dreams come to reality, don't you wake me for nothin' I'm livin' out my dream, everyday countin' money Rental car traffic traffickin', movin' strong packages I stay strapped so the kid move rapidly Ain't sh** sweet, let the iron fill his cavity Goons on go, and they k** for the pa**ionate b**h I got a money high, I think I lost gravity And it ain't sh** you can tell me Money runnin' out the a**, you can smell me [Hook: Young Thug] [Verse 3: Young Thug] Oh, whose on top? Everyone's on top, so let's see who flopped Yea, this a wonderful life My goons'll k** a n***a for such a wonderful price My weed smell like poop rocks My blunts are extra fat like a tree top I say, I smoke weed until I pa** out Haiti Slang's the reason why you b**h got her a** out I know Haitians that'll take over the city Make big dogs feel like midgets Chickens, my J.R. no crickets You wanna get it? I'll eat you alive [Hook: Young Thug]