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

IDK - 850 (We On Top) feat. Rich The Kid out now: https://idk.lnk.to/850

Director: Jason ‘IDK’ Mills
Producer: Jeff Kopchia
Editors: Sivvy Tah, Isaac Shoots, Jason ‘IDK’ Mills

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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