Topless - Lyrics - Jackie Boyz

(feat. Soulja Boy) [Intro:] (Yeah) (MdL) (Jackie Boyz) (The real Crystal Crew) (Topless) ('Round here we be ridin' topless) (Ay) [Chorus:] My car stay Topless (Yeah) That's how I ride *** top down, chrome on the side Topless (Yeah) And I'm gonna pull the roof back Wind blow her hair back, she love to feel that Topless (Yeah) New jeans on the calf, fit it on the dash, pocket full of cash Topless 'Round here we be ridin' topless My car stay kidded, everywhere I go, shine like a lamp in it Candy apple paint, got 'em askin' who is it? It's Los if you didn't know the sitch, I'm winnin', yes I'm winnin' The shorty gotta have it, got her doin' tricks, just call me the rabbit Matter of fact I'm fine, you can call me Aladdin A hundred haters in the parking lot sayin' "Damn it" They all sayin' "Damn it" (Ay) Little mama what's goin' on? Hop in the front seat, shorty crank that A/C (If you like it) You already know it's on (I lay the top back) [Chorus:] My car stay Topless (Yeah) That's how I ride *** top down, chrome on the side Topless (Yeah) And I'm gonna pull the roof back Wind blow her hair back, she love to feel that Topless (Yeah) New jeans on the calf, fit it on the dash, pocket full of cash Topless 'Round here we be ridin' topless My money stay longer I ain't Kanye, but homie I'm stronger Freeway stuntin' call me Speedracer I ain't no alcoholic, but shorty my chaser Shorty my chaser My Chevy is a monster, (monster) 24's sit on that Impala, (Impala) Gorillas on the creek But I'm King Kong with bananas on the seat (But I'm King Kong with bananas on the seat)(Ay) Little mama what's goin' on? Hop in the front seat, shorty crank that A/C (If you like it) | You already know it's on (I lay the top back) [Chorus:] My car stay Topless (Yeah) That's how I ride *** top down, chrome on the side Topless (Yeah) And I'm gonna pull the roof back Wind blow her hair back, she love to feel that Topless (Yeah) New jeans on the calf, fit it on the dash, pocket full of cash Topless 'Round here we be ridin' topless (Whoo) (Soulja) [Soulja Boy:] Topless like Ferrari Smooth like Bacardi Take off your top like a Spring Bling party Get money like 50, Fat Joe "Make It Rain" On the freeway "Rush Hour 3" in the lane(In the lane) Big wheels, pick a number like Rolette So fresh that you ain't gotta take a drug test Apple bottom, shake it, turn it into sauce T-Pain, Rick Ross, yup I'm the biggest boss Little mama what's goin' on? Hop in the front seat, shorty crank that A/C (If you like it) You already know it's on(I lay the top back) {The real Crystal Crew} [Chorus:] My car stay Topless (Yeah) That's how I ride *** top down, chrome on the side Topless (Yeah) And I'm gonna pull the roof back Wind blow her hair back, she love to feel that Topless (Yeah) New jeans on the calf, fit it on the dash, pocket full of cash Topless 'Round here we be ridin' topless