To the Top
They told me stop what you doing I told 'em I cant
I wanna get me the bands
Cop me the Lam
Drop off the top and then wave at the fans
Went and got rich cuz I stuck to the plan
I wanna put all my dawgs on a plane
Pull up and tell em we ain't finna wait
Get up and we finna get out the state
We touching down put them bands on the race
I'm to the top I had a goal and I hit it
Now I'm just chasing a million
Hop in the coupes and we whipping
Niggas gon hate when you winning
Now go and look where that get 'em
If we got problems we hit 'em
Get out of line and we split 'em
My diamonds baguette
I went copped the Porsche and I zoom to the telly
My niggas all waiting they ready they ready
Got bands on the race and I'm keeping 'em steady
We all wanna eat fill it up with spaghetti
There's racks in my bag now that Louis get heavy
The money got bigger it's fetti on fetti
My diamonds got brighter they came right from Elliot
Cop me the Porsche and I'm barely knowing how to drive
I'm on the highway go 155
The Aston the Rari I cannot decide
I might cop me a truck all my niggas inside yeah
We pulling up to the club yeah
You know they was showing us love yeah
4 pockets full of the bucks yeah
You know they was hating on us yeah
I'm getting ready to go
5k what they pay for the show
200 just to get me to flow
Back then they would sleep on the flow
Now I'm up and a nigga on go
I got money but they thinking I'm broke
They was hating I got no need to boast
Day ones yeah they eating the most
They told me stop what you doing I told 'em I cant
I wanna get me the bands
Cop me the Lam
Drop off the top and then wave at the fans
Went and got rich cuz I stuck to the plan
I wanna put all my dawgs on a plane
Pull up and tell em we ain't finna wait
Get up and we finna get out the state
We touching down put them bands on the race
I'm to the top I had a goal and I hit it
Now I'm just chasing a million
Hop in the coupes and we whipping
Niggas gon hate when you winning
Now go and look where that get 'em
If we got problems we hit 'em
Get out of line and we split 'em
They told me stop what you doing I told 'em I cant
I see the money I gotta go get it
Really we came from the rags to the riches
Talking that shit you ain't stopping the mission
Smoking on Runtz yeah the pack really hitting
I went and got it while niggas was dissing
Get out of line and them choppers gon hit 'em
My niggas got beef you know I'm coming with 'em
They tried to stop me I can't let 'em stop me I can't let 'em kill of the grind
Let these niggas just talk all that shit cuz I hear it and see it a nigga ain't blind
I was down on my shit now I'm stacking the chips and I'm starting to think it's my time
Nigga I never play about mines
If it's problems we load up and slide
They told me stop what you doing I told 'em I cant
I wanna get me the bands
Cop me the Lam
Drop off the top and then wave at the fans
Went and got rich cuz I stuck to the plan
I wanna put all my dawgs on a plane
Pull up and tell em we ain't finna wait
Get up and we finna get out the state
We touching down put them bands on the race
I'm to the top I had a goal and I hit it
Now I'm just chasing a million
Hop in the coupes and we whipping
Niggas gon hate when you winning
Now go and look where that get 'em
If we got problems we hit 'em
Get out of line and we split 'em
I wanna get me the bands
Cop me the Lam
Drop off the top and then wave at the fans
Went and got rich cuz I stuck to the plan
I wanna put all my dawgs on a plane
Pull up and tell em we ain't finna wait
Get up and we finna get out the state
We touching down put them bands on the race
I'm to the top I had a goal and I hit it
Now I'm just chasing a million
Hop in the coupes and we whipping
Niggas gon hate when you winning
Now go and look where that get 'em
If we got problems we hit 'em
Get out of line and we split 'em
My diamonds baguette
I went copped the Porsche and I zoom to the telly
My niggas all waiting they ready they ready
Got bands on the race and I'm keeping 'em steady
We all wanna eat fill it up with spaghetti
There's racks in my bag now that Louis get heavy
The money got bigger it's fetti on fetti
My diamonds got brighter they came right from Elliot
Cop me the Porsche and I'm barely knowing how to drive
I'm on the highway go 155
The Aston the Rari I cannot decide
I might cop me a truck all my niggas inside yeah
We pulling up to the club yeah
You know they was showing us love yeah
4 pockets full of the bucks yeah
You know they was hating on us yeah
I'm getting ready to go
5k what they pay for the show
200 just to get me to flow
Back then they would sleep on the flow
Now I'm up and a nigga on go
I got money but they thinking I'm broke
They was hating I got no need to boast
Day ones yeah they eating the most
They told me stop what you doing I told 'em I cant
I wanna get me the bands
Cop me the Lam
Drop off the top and then wave at the fans
Went and got rich cuz I stuck to the plan
I wanna put all my dawgs on a plane
Pull up and tell em we ain't finna wait
Get up and we finna get out the state
We touching down put them bands on the race
I'm to the top I had a goal and I hit it
Now I'm just chasing a million
Hop in the coupes and we whipping
Niggas gon hate when you winning
Now go and look where that get 'em
If we got problems we hit 'em
Get out of line and we split 'em
They told me stop what you doing I told 'em I cant
I see the money I gotta go get it
Really we came from the rags to the riches
Talking that shit you ain't stopping the mission
Smoking on Runtz yeah the pack really hitting
I went and got it while niggas was dissing
Get out of line and them choppers gon hit 'em
My niggas got beef you know I'm coming with 'em
They tried to stop me I can't let 'em stop me I can't let 'em kill of the grind
Let these niggas just talk all that shit cuz I hear it and see it a nigga ain't blind
I was down on my shit now I'm stacking the chips and I'm starting to think it's my time
Nigga I never play about mines
If it's problems we load up and slide
They told me stop what you doing I told 'em I cant
I wanna get me the bands
Cop me the Lam
Drop off the top and then wave at the fans
Went and got rich cuz I stuck to the plan
I wanna put all my dawgs on a plane
Pull up and tell em we ain't finna wait
Get up and we finna get out the state
We touching down put them bands on the race
I'm to the top I had a goal and I hit it
Now I'm just chasing a million
Hop in the coupes and we whipping
Niggas gon hate when you winning
Now go and look where that get 'em
If we got problems we hit 'em
Get out of line and we split 'em
Credits
Writer(s): Jannik Ameler, Tim Holtz, Ace Tee
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