Salt The Wound - To The Top lyrics

And when this song gets played we get f**in' paid So keep the music blasting We'll make it rain I'm headed to the sun on my own G6 plane I'm taking this sh** straight to the bank There would be no way I would not wear Gucci I guess I might wear Prada on laundry day And on the weekends you know we're chillin' in Portugal and on the beaches of Spain We ball so f**in' hard strapped like f**in' soldiers We'll shoot first we'll ask questions later Don't f** with the law We drive hard, your b**h in my front seat She said she's a vegan but she ate my meat b**h knows I get paid like it ain't no thing When Salt The Wound is in the room we bruise the fallopian tubes Treat 'em rough to get the muff (We beat 'em up) and filmed it like and 80's snuff It's sweaty in the club like red hot, I've got this ski mask but I'm not in Slipknot Got more flatbills than a flock of steamrolled ducks We got our sights on the next pack of Jersey Shore f**s Turn a scene s*ut into a housewife is more than you can f**in' handle Your girl been blowin' up my phone Sayin' she wants me to take her to pound town And when this song gets played we get f**in' paid And when this song gets played we get f**in' paid