Play war, trickle rocker Zaya, my true journey, yeah
Say we in we heels and ting, them checks and we trash and ting
True *** nah know and ting, I only eat my style we a thing
Nah pop, nah style, I strictly roots
Nah pop, nah style, I strictly roots
See me pon the road and you a call out to me
True you see me in me jeans and ting
See me in me baby doll frock
See me give you heart attack
Give me liquor beers, maybe wine up me waist
Uptown top ranking
See me in me Benz and ting
Flash through constant spring
Them checks say we come from Cosmo Spring
But a true *** nah know and ting
Never know say we top ranking
Uptown top ranking
Shoulda see me on the ranking dread
Check out we jamming and ting
Love is all I bring
In a me topless van and ting
Nah pop, nah style, I strictly roots
Nah pop, nah style, I strictly roots
Watch out we trash and ting
Nah pop, nah style, I strictly roots
Nah pop, nah style, I strictly roots
Nah pop, nah style, I strictly roots
Watch out we trash and ting


Nah pop, nah style, I strictly roots



Now pop, nah style, I strictly roots
The lovin' that you are just a boil up for me
True, see me in me jeans and ting
See me in me baby down front
Send me give you heart attack
Give me liquor, beer, maybe wine off your waist
Uptown top rankin'
See me pon the road and you walk all up to me
True, see me in me jeans and ting
See me in me baby down front
Send me give you heart attack
Give me liquor, beer, maybe wine off your waist
Give me liquor, beer, maybe wine off your waist
Love is all I bring
Inna me topless
Van and ting
Nah pop, nah style
I strictly rules
Nah pop, nah style
I strictly rules
Should I see me on the rankin' dread
Check out me jammin' and ting
Love is all I bring
Inna me topless
Van and ting
Nah pop, nah style
I strictly rules
Nah pop, nah style
I strictly rules
Nah pop, nah style