[Verse 1: Joe Moses]
We headed to the T.O., free my n***a TO
Mustard on the beat, so you know it's going G hoe
I cock back and reload
What type of shit you on?
Fucked her for the Rallies and the [?]
I got it on lock, I got it on lock
Put it on something, bitch I put it on pops
Forever on some fly shit, my n***as Imma ride with
Bitch I got a gun, and my gun Imma die with
Saying till the end, [?]
[?] all money in, [?]
I be on the money, you be on the coota
And I ain't gotta fight, my n***a Bird be the shooter
Free my n***a Moola, free Lil Will
Bitch want a Molly, Imma feed her what she feel
Been having money, I ain't trippin off the deal
All white Range, same color weals

[Chorus: Joe Moses and Ty Dolla Sign]
We headed to the t.o., free my n***a TO
Mustard on the beat, so you know it's going G hoe
I cock back and reload
What type of shit you on?
Fucked her for the Rallies and the [?]
I don't know about you, I just do me
I don't know about you, I just do me
I don't know about you, I just do me
I'm going to the t.o.p
[Verse 2: Ty Dolla Sign]
I was on top of LA last June
Now I'm on top of Hollywood with a few
Main bitch said she wanna join my team
Dolla Sign OG Kush like green
[?] hang down to my dick, dick hang down to my knees
Break the bitch back, Jet Lee
[?] the label, we ain't ever gon quit
Got Mustard on the beat, yeah we got another hit
And my pockets is fat like precious
Beemers and Benzs, we don't do Lexus
All the lil homies around me, Rolexs
Sprite mixed with Activis, shout out to Texas
Still screaming "Free TC, free TC"
Got a molly on me
Bitch I said I'm still screaming "free TC, free TC"
Got a molly on me, I'm going to the t.o.p

[Chorus: Joe Moses and Ty Dolla Sign]
We headed to the t.o., free my n***a TO
Mustard on the beat, so you know it's going G hoe
I cock back and reload
What type of shit you on?
Fucked her for the Rallies and the [?]
I don't know about you, I just do me
I don't know about you, I just do me
I don't know about you, I just do me
I'm going to the t.o.p
[Verse 3: Dusto]
We going straight to the t.o.p., this Relly Nation
I was playing the background, I was being pationt
Till I linked with Joey, he took me to some places
Like stars on a Tuesday, where all them hoes shake it
Ass on the floor, I got the cash you know it
Count so much money, took a bath in the doe
I don't really wanna hear bout the cash you blow
Cause you a counterfeit n***a, and the last one to go
Shout out to Ty Dolla Sign, he be on the grind
Mustard killing these beats, yeah he do it every time
We going to the t.o., so forget your [?]
Cheese stake n***a I be flyer than an egle
And I be eating beats like a bag of deredos
[?] USTO
[?]
[?] we go

[Chorus: Joe Moses and Ty Dolla Sign]
We headed to the t.o., free my n***a TO
Mustard on the beat, so you know it's going G hoe
I cock back and reload
What type of shit you on?
Fucked her for the Rallies and the [?]
I don't know about you, I just do me
I don't know about you, I just do me
I don't know about you, I just do me
I'm going to the t.o.p