Right above it
Now tell me how ya love it
You know you at the top and all of
Heaven's right above it, we on. 'cause we on.
Who else really tryin' to fuck with Hollywood Co.?
I'm with Marley G. bro
Flyin' Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood shows
And I wanna tell you somethin' that you probably should know
This that "Slumdog millionaire" Bollywood flow and uh.
My real friends never hear it from me
Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me
That's why I pick and choose
I don't get shit confused
I got a small secret
I'm not with different crews
We walk the same path, but got on different shoes
Live in the same buildin', but we got different views
I got a couple cars, I never get to use
Don't like my men single
I like my chicks in twos
And these days all the girls is down to roll
I hit the strip club and all them bitches find a pole
Plus I've been sippin' so this shit is movin' kinda slow
Just tell my boy to tell his friend that it's time to go
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven's right above it
We on, it's Young Money, motherfucker
If you ain't runnin' with it run from it, motherfucker
Alright, now somebody show some money in this bitch
And I got my bees with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don't bust back, because I shoot first.
My real friends never hear it from me
Fake friends write the wrong answer on the mirror for me
That's why i pick and choose
I don't get shit confused
I got a small circle
I'm not with different crews
We walk the same path, but got on different shoes
Live in the same buildin' but we got different views
I got a couple cars, i never get to use
Don't like my man single
I like my chicks in twos
And these days all the girls is down to roll
I hit the strip club and all them bitches find a pole
Plus i've been sippin' so this shit is movin' kinda slow
Just tell my boy to tell his friend that it's time to go
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven's right above it
We on, cuz we on
Who else really tryin to fuck with Hollywood Co?
I'm with Marley G bro
Flyin' Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood shows
And i wanna tell you somethin' that you probably should know
This that "Slumdog milionaire" Bollywood flow and uh
My real friends never hear it from me
Fake friends write the wrong answer on the mirror of me
That's why i pick and choose
I don't get shit confused
I got a small secret
I'm not with the different crews
We walk the same path, but got on different shoes
Live on the same buidin' but we got different view
I got a couple of cars, i never get to use
Don't like my man single
I like my chicks in twos
And these days all the girls is down to roll
I hit the strip club and all them bitches find a pole
Plus i've been sippin' so this shit is movin' kinda slow
Just tell my boy to tell his friend that it's time to go
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven's right above it
We on, it's Young Money, motherfucker
If you ain't runnin' with it run from it, motherfucker
Alright, now somebody show some money in this bitch
And I got my bees with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don't bust back, because I shoot first.
You know you at the top and all of
Heaven's right above it, we on. 'cause we on.
Who else really tryin' to fuck with Hollywood Co.?
I'm with Marley G. bro
Flyin' Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood shows
And I wanna tell you somethin' that you probably should know
This that "Slumdog millionaire" Bollywood flow and uh.
My real friends never hear it from me
Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me
That's why I pick and choose
I don't get shit confused
I got a small secret
I'm not with different crews
We walk the same path, but got on different shoes
Live in the same buildin', but we got different views
I got a couple cars, I never get to use
Don't like my men single
I like my chicks in twos
And these days all the girls is down to roll
I hit the strip club and all them bitches find a pole
Plus I've been sippin' so this shit is movin' kinda slow
Just tell my boy to tell his friend that it's time to go
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven's right above it
We on, it's Young Money, motherfucker
If you ain't runnin' with it run from it, motherfucker
Alright, now somebody show some money in this bitch
And I got my bees with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don't bust back, because I shoot first.
My real friends never hear it from me
Fake friends write the wrong answer on the mirror for me
That's why i pick and choose
I don't get shit confused
I got a small circle
I'm not with different crews
We walk the same path, but got on different shoes
Live in the same buildin' but we got different views
I got a couple cars, i never get to use
Don't like my man single
I like my chicks in twos
And these days all the girls is down to roll
I hit the strip club and all them bitches find a pole
Plus i've been sippin' so this shit is movin' kinda slow
Just tell my boy to tell his friend that it's time to go
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven's right above it
We on, cuz we on
Who else really tryin to fuck with Hollywood Co?
I'm with Marley G bro
Flyin' Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood shows
And i wanna tell you somethin' that you probably should know
This that "Slumdog milionaire" Bollywood flow and uh
My real friends never hear it from me
Fake friends write the wrong answer on the mirror of me
That's why i pick and choose
I don't get shit confused
I got a small secret
I'm not with the different crews
We walk the same path, but got on different shoes
Live on the same buidin' but we got different view
I got a couple of cars, i never get to use
Don't like my man single
I like my chicks in twos
And these days all the girls is down to roll
I hit the strip club and all them bitches find a pole
Plus i've been sippin' so this shit is movin' kinda slow
Just tell my boy to tell his friend that it's time to go
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven's right above it
We on, it's Young Money, motherfucker
If you ain't runnin' with it run from it, motherfucker
Alright, now somebody show some money in this bitch
And I got my bees with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don't bust back, because I shoot first.
Credits
Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, Aubrey Drake Graham, Daniel A. Johnson
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