Top Floor
I be working and grinding
Bad bitch pull and she see my diamonds they be shining
When I walk out the store
Got a couple Gucci bags see me smiling
And I got me a nine on my hip
If that nigga run up I might split
And I got me a pound of the cookie
I walk in the club and I spark in the vip
I roll up the cookie and meditate
Got a bad bitch she with me she elevate
Get to the party we never late
Don't you be stressing lil boy just trust ya fate
Slide on yo block and you know I don't miss
I pass to my bro you know that is assist
10k 50k and that shit on my wrist
And my mother fucking brother love emptying clips
Yea we at the top floor
And a young nigga
Got a couple a bad hoes
Flex with my cash what the fuck is you mad for
Call of duty zombies building a staff hoe
I know that that nigga finna envy me
These choppas they finna get rid of ya
Shooting free throws like kobe I don't need my fibula
Ice on my wrist like magnilia
Hop on a yacht and go to Atlantic
These mother fuckers just can't understand it
If he cross me I ban him from the channel
Boy this the hood so take off that flannel
Hold up
Riding round town
And I got a bad bitch with me
Pretty like Brittany
Nigga talk shit then I pull up to ya city
Nigga think I'm capping but the choppa hold fifty
Bad bitch pull and she see my diamonds they be shining
When I walk out the store
Got a couple Gucci bags see me smiling
And I got me a nine on my hip
If that nigga run up I might split
And I got me a pound of the cookie
I walk in the club and I spark in the vip
I roll up the cookie and meditate
Got a bad bitch she with me she elevate
Get to the party we never late
Don't you be stressing lil boy just trust ya fate
Slide on yo block and you know I don't miss
I pass to my bro you know that is assist
10k 50k and that shit on my wrist
And my mother fucking brother love emptying clips
Yea we at the top floor
And a young nigga
Got a couple a bad hoes
Flex with my cash what the fuck is you mad for
Call of duty zombies building a staff hoe
I know that that nigga finna envy me
These choppas they finna get rid of ya
Shooting free throws like kobe I don't need my fibula
Ice on my wrist like magnilia
Hop on a yacht and go to Atlantic
These mother fuckers just can't understand it
If he cross me I ban him from the channel
Boy this the hood so take off that flannel
Hold up
Riding round town
And I got a bad bitch with me
Pretty like Brittany
Nigga talk shit then I pull up to ya city
Nigga think I'm capping but the choppa hold fifty
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Writer(s): Jerome Sales
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