I Don't Do Roofs

I'm allergic to ceilings, offended by tops

I don't have no feelings, get that from my pops

Convertible Gucci, convertible Phantom

Got money on money, might drop the top on my mansion

Let me reintroduce me, I'm drop top Gucci

Had a hard top once, but now I'm drop top stupid

I got your girlfriend with me, she in an awkward position

Switching gears on the steering wheel and I'm revving the engine

She never seen nothing like it so she keeps asking me questions

She ask me where is my ceiling, I told her fuck it I left it

She started braining, I'm driving, I damn near went past the exit

I'm in a headless Ferrari, me and your wifey, she naked

Hit the bank, withdraw a million dollars, then make it rain at the house

Vacuum, then a month later I done found like 100 thou

Eating breakfast the next day, found diamonds all in my fruit loops

8 cars and they topless cause truthfully I don't do roofs

I don't do roofs, I don't do roofs

I don't do roofs, I don't do roofs

8 cars and they topless cause truthfully I don't do roofs

I don't do roofs, I don't do roofs

Got ahead in my car, got a headless car

Got my top pushed back but I'm up to par

She glazing at my Cartier's, looking at the star

My game is extraterrestrial, it's next to Mars

Your niggas swag so stanky it's an extra charge

Get in that ugly ass car, I'm dropping sexy bars

I know some killers long beards, and they praise Allah

I got some skinny waisted bitches, but they stuff cigars

So how we country and these cars ain't from this country

Hit one button and fold my top just like it's lunch

Sexy but can't eat a spaghetti for nothing

Blood red Rari, drop my top, Spaghetti Junction