IDK - 850 (We On Top) feat. Rich The Kid [Official Music Video]

IDK - 850 (We On Top) feat. Rich The Kid out now: Director: Jason ‘IDK’ Mills Producer: Jeff Kopchia Editors: Sivvy Tah, Isaac Shoots, Jason ‘IDK’ Mills Subscribe to IDK channel for new music, updates, and behind the scenes footage: Text: 1-301-691-2783 Check out more IDK here: Soundcloud - Twitter - Insta - Facebook - #idk #richthekid #850 #weontop #f65 Lyrics: Seven, Six, Five, Four, Three, Two, One We on top, we on top, We on top, we on top, We on top, we on top, We on top, we on top, We on top, we on top, We on top, we on top, We on top, we on top, We on top, Uh uh uhhhh The watch is one of one It came from Paris It came with some documents I’m see you doing your thang I know I know But I do the opposite (one eighty) That sh*t is a** trash trash That sh*t is sloppiness B*tch I know who I am am am (ayy) Back in the day I was robbin sh*t The opps was having trouble stopping it Selling ... out the crib Line up the street Neighborhood was coppin it Mama in the crib Lying through my teeth Told her it was all legit F*ck how I did it Dirty up my image Too late they let me in Either way a n*gga rich I’m worth a million dollars and a smile I could prolly take your b*tch Fly her out to France Pull down her pants Pair bonding with my d*ck Having conversations over fish Show her how to stack chips You was just thottin Now you wanna have a revolution Now you changed That ain’t a problem Just don’t bring the thot to me Unless it’s with the brain Lay flat on the plane Go to sleep in LA Then I wake up in Spain. Now We on top, we on top, We on top, we on top, We on top, we on top, We on top, we on top, We on top, we on top, We on top, we on top, We on top, we on top, We on top, we on top, Ladies and gentlemen it’s about that time. We unfortunately have to take a quick break tonight. But we’ll be back in: Five, Four, Three, Two, And One n*gga try play wit me Got played wit right back N*gga had Twitter fingers When I pulled up on him he said he got hacked Fell asleep in the trap (ayy) How I woke up in Paris (yea) Pullin up in the Spyda (right) Got these n*ggas embarrassed (yea) Play wit me I got a shooter (uh huh) he stay with me None of them bitches gon lay wit me (yea) Street credit on eight oh four But I’m tryna get eight fifty She gave me the head And I ain’t give it back If I give her to bro I don’t give a damn I bend her right over And then I attack Backshots like I’m shooting a strap .223’s finna aim where you at Knock knock at your door with a mask Pop pop make you lay where you stand Spend a ticket like i’m taking the Tram Seven figures like I skate with Japan Slide on you for the ice, that’s a win Serving butter but ain’t getting no tip He on IV if he don’t give up the drip How many n*ggas is really legit cricket cricket cricket cricket (none) How many n*ggas is really the shit Cricket cricket cricket cricket (one) F*ck it up , f*ck it up N*ggas be actin so hard I see a whole lot of cries Everybody act gangsta when it’s a whole lot of eyes You n*ggas be biggin up chest All I could do is just sigh (right) You n*ggas that say that you be having Be having a whole lot of lies I be having them habits I can’t understand it I move like a turtle you move like a rabbit I pull out that ratchet they come for my cabbage They tap in with me Like they type in a tablet How many n*ggas is really legit cricket cricket cricket cricket How many n*ggas is really the shit Cricket cricket cricket cricket Fell asleep in the trap How I woke up in Paris Pullin up in the Spyda Got these n*ggas embarrassed (ayy) Play wit me I got a shooter he stay with me None of them bitches gon lay wit me Street credit on eight oh four But I’m tryna get eight fifty Fell asleep in the trap How i woke up in Paris Pullin up in the Spyda Got these n*ggas embarrassed (ayy) Play wit me I got a shooter he stay with me None of them bitches gon lay wit me Street credit on eight oh four But I’m tryna get eight fifty