Top Floor

Yeah yeah top floor
Yeah yeah top floor
Yeah yeah top floor
Yeah yeah top floor

Yeah these hoes go where I go Yeah yeah
Yeah that swag go where I go Show you better than I can tell you
Said I can show you better than I Can tell you
Bro stuff his bag with Paraphernalia
Got this bag I can't sell
Smoke this bag I can't sell it
I got green just like celery

Ed Hardy just handed me the drip Put it on
I get way too gone I get way to Gone
They ain't fuck with me way back Then when I was putting in work
Please don't hit my phone nigga Please don't hit my phone
Yeah my whole gang together
We hold it together
Gotta hold it together
Your hoe know I do it better
Imma real trend setter
They follow my foot steps
Can't stop counting these blue Strips
We on the top floor
That hoe having rich sex yeah Yeah

Yeah these hoes go where I go Yeah
Yeah that swag go where I go Show you better than I can tell you
Said I can show you better than I Can tell you
Bro stuff his bag with Paraphernalia
Got this bag I can't sell
Smoke this bag I can't sell it
I got green just like celery



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Writer(s): Iverson Robinson
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