(Real, real, real)
Wetin want from me
Yes I bring the fire
And I bring the sauce
No fit for degree
Yeah
And whispering, and they asking
How I'm blessed, beautiful, and black
Maybe the recipe so secret
It might give a heart attack
Top dollar (Real top dollar)
A top dollar, ay
A shot caller (Ooooooooo)
I no fit be a top dollar
Woah, woah
I no fit dream go the touch the sky
Always prosper through an alibi
No bad enemy on my side
Pick up and choose up well against the tide
Never need a hand for things
I go buy my own diamond rings
And when they call upon my name
I only claim the call of
A Top dollar
A real shot caller
What they want do
I no fit be a, I no fit be a, I no fit be a top dollar
Real bad thing
Top dollar
Shot caller
I no fit be a top dollar