🎵 Top Down Freestyle // by Curren$y

4 ContributorsTop Down Freestyle Lyrics [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 [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 [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