"Pink Tops" by Offset rides the high of wealth as armor against public scorn. Media ridicule and broke rivals glance off while money, pills, and luxury cars lift him above the noise. The relationship turns transactional, a woman leaves her man for shopping trips and tantrums are settled with a custom white car and pink roof. Beneath the flexing, the refrain about keeping his head high suggests pride is the real survival skill, not just the cash.
Pink Tops Lyrics by Offset
Woah
‘Rari dash digital (‘Rari)
Millions in my visual (Millions)
Broke boy pitiful (Broke boy)
Media tryna ridicule (Media)
I keep my head high (High)
I count money, get me head high (Huh)
I pop my meds, I fly like a G5 (Fly)
Uh, front of the streets, racks, that’s racks inside my sheets (Sheet, rock)
Rock old-school, go T-top, Margiela collab with Reebok (Reebok)
She left her man to go play with the band
To go shop in Japan like a geisha, lord (Woo)
She threw a tantrum, I bought her the Mansory
White on the out with the pink top (Huh)
Niggas is nothin’ I wanted to be
I’m tryna get bigger and better than me
Green in my eyes, I see celery
But I got bitches on bitches, they betterin’ me (Betterin’)
Bitch, I got rich with these felonies, yeah
On a one out of two, you can bet on me, yeah
Go take a trip when she yell at me, yeah
We can get geeked to the moon on the ketamine, yeah
Take strong, we call us a vibe up in Cancún
It’s bottles and models in each room
You know we the wave like a typhoon
The Ricky don’t come out ’til next June (Ricky, Ricky)
What’s your next move?
And then she better be on her best mood (Best)
Make her chest move
She eat up the nut out a test tube (Let’s go, let’s go)
Baby gon’ press who? (Who?)
Pay for her breasts, pay for her breasts
I told her to let loose
She know that I’m good for a check (I’m good for a check)
Know that I’m holdin’ it down
Lil’ mama, you don’t break a sweat (Don’t break you a sweat)
I be the talk of the town
Lil’ mama, you know that I’m that
‘Rari dash digital (‘Rari)
Millions in my visual (Millions)
Broke boy pitiful (Broke boy)
Media tryna ridicule (Media)
I keep my head high (High)
I count money, get me head high (Huh)
I pop my meds, I fly like a G5 (Fly)
Uh, front of the streets, racks, that’s racks inside my sheets (Sheet, rock)
Rock old-school, go T-top, Margiela collab with Reebok (Reebok)
She left her man to go play with the band
To go shop in Japan like a geisha, lord (Woo)
She threw a tantrum, I bought her the Mansory
White on the out with the pink top (Huh)
