On Top (feat. Marsha)

Yo, I'm a gangsta, outlaw, indoor, outdoor

**** tell me right, Loon going southpaw

This is Bad Boy, we don't give a fuck about y'all

Step in the room, see the bitch come up out y'all

I fuck with ****, but it's something about y'all

Acting like Loon can't do shit without y'all

I call my menses in Benzes to out y'all

See how it feel when your friends be without y'all

I been doing it; coke, I been moving it

Before you **** thought of the block, I been through with it

Keep confusing this music shit, die for some foolishness

Frontin' like you hard when you's a bitch

You hit the block, probably lose your whip

**** snatch your watch and the rocks out your crucifix

Watch how we do this shit, Bad Boy 2K'n it

So playboy, what type of pimpin' is you playing with?

See, they Bad Boy money can't done

You're too slow, can't keep up, na betta run

You try to stop it but we've gone too far

You try to stop it but we're just too large

See, they Bad Boy money can't done

You're too slow, can't keep up, na betta run

You try to stop it but we've gone too far

You try to stop it but we're just too large

Let's get, one thing clear

Still the same cat who put the "Flava in Ya Ear"

Still the same cat who let B.I.G. rock with Total

Most wanted, successful rap mogul

Still got **** whylin' out on the floor

Still got the sky blue drop-top Azure

Still at eat at Justin's and Sean John velour

Still humble, and still want more

Still hate war, still want peace

And I still can't stand to see Blacks beefin'

Y'all still sleepin' and we still eatin'

Still bring the heat, whylin' out on the weekend

Still happenin', Black, and don't need a reason

Still platinum, back in London and Sweden

Still pack the Garden like Adam did Eve'n

And still got rhymes to leave your girlfriend freakin'

Ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha-ha

See, they Bad Boy money can't done

You're too slow, can't keep up, na betta run

You try to stop it but we've gone too far

You try to stop it but we're just too large

See, they Bad Boy money can't done

You're too slow, can't keep up, na betta run

You try to stop it but we've gone too far

You try to stop it but we're just too large

Ayo, besides all the money and riches, videos and pictures

Slip and these silly hoes'll getcha

But not me, I'm too cocky

I love when the women scream "Hey, papi"

I love when a chick leave my crib knock-kneed

And I love when a player hater try to knock me

Or cock block me, but you can't stop me

You cuff 'em all you want, but you can't top me

I'm just a B-A-D, B-O-Y

Son, we multiply—****, we don't die

**** frontin' like we ain't fly

But **** can't name nothin' that we ain't buy

Or we ain't try, or we ain't drive

The judge said "Not guilty" and he ain't lie

**** need a hit, it's to me they cry

So why front like **** P.D. ain't live

Come on, man

See, they Bad Boy money can't done

You're too slow, can't keep up, na betta run

You try to stop it but we've gone too far

You try to stop it but we're just too large

See, they Bad Boy money can't done

You're too slow, can't keep up, na betta run

You try to stop it but we've gone too far

You try to stop it but we're just too large

See, they Bad Boy money can't done

You're too slow, can't keep up, na betta run

You try to stop it but we've gone too far

You try to stop it but we're just too large

See, they Bad Boy money can't done

You're too slow, can't keep up, na betta run

You try to stop it but we've gone too far

You try to stop it but we're just too large

You got some ****, real thingers

Real money makers, no fake—Bad Boy's on top

And they won't stop, no

You got some ****, real thingers

Real money makers, no fake—Bad Boy's on top

And they won't stop, no