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(Clayco on the beat)
Uh, uh
Yeah, yeah
Uh, uh
Oh yeah, yeah (Top floor boss)
Uh, oh yeah, yeah
Uh (Uh, uh)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)

We get them racks, throw 'em up
I hit that ho from the front, then her b*** (Then her b***)
Yeah, my boy got a strap and he clutching (Let's go)
He keep that sh*t on his hip and his front (The front)
Yeah, know we not going for nothing (No way)
When it come to this sh*t, we in the front (The front)
Yeah, I'm high, not sipping on punch
Yeah, and I can see through the front
Just look at my eyes, lil' b*t*h, see what's up
Told her, "Yes I tried, lil' b*t*h, but we done"
Told hеr, "Once I'm fly, just like a lil' dove"
Yеs, lil' b*t*h, I shine, something like the sun
If I let you in my mind, don't give up (Uh)
'Cause this sh*t get hard when you f**k with us
Tried to teach them once, know they didn't get it (Uh)
Oh, that b*t*h is broke? No, she cannot get d**k
My boy he got gold in his mouth, it's p*ssing (Uh)
And, we can't be broke, gotta get them digits
Uh, they ain't wanna let me in
Yes, I turned the door and f**king kicked it (Yeah)
Uh, said she really want that sh*t
Tell her, "Simmer down, b*t*h, you finna get it" (Yeah)
Uh, like I'm sick, I'm steady sh*tting
Like I'm cooking crack, I'm stuck up in the kitchen
F**k Helen Keller, n***a, I got the vision
We Met Gala dripping, it's the Top Floor division
F**k that lil' sh*t you doing, 'cause I did it
And, I watered my wrist, just like I'm washing dishes
I just f**ked this lil' thot, and now she sneaking pictures
Damn, I regret that sh*t, I should've never did it
Uh, regret that b*t*h, I shouldn't have hit her
Uh, I hit that b*t*h and say I miss her
Pa** that ho to the left, then hit her sister
Pa** the glick to the right and get him hit up
I'm the top floor boss, and your b*t*h call me mister
And, I'm chef'ing hits up just like they dinner
If I hold my wrist up, then they get frigid
And, my life a motion picture just beginning (Okay, uh)
We get them racks, throw 'em up
I hit that ho from the front, then her b*** (Then her b***)
Yeah, my boy got a strap and he clutching (Let's go)
He keep that sh*t on his hip and his front (The front)
Yeah, know we not going for nothing (No way)
When it come to this sh*t, we in the front (The front)
Yeah, I'm high, not sipping on punch (Uh)
Yeah, and I can see through the front (Uh)
Just look at my eyes, lil' b*t*h, see what's up (Yeah)
Told her, "Yes I tried, lil' b*t*h, but we done" (Uh)
Told her, "Once I'm fly, just like a lil' dove" (Uh)
Yes, lil' b*t*h, I shine, something like the sun
If I let you in my mind, don't give up (Uh)
'Cause this sh*t get hard when you f**k with us

All I see is dollar signs, yes, it's up (Yes)
Yes, n***a, God the only man I trust
In God we trust, in God we trust, in God we trust
Uh (Trust), uh (Trust), uh (Trust)
Uh (Trust), uh (Trust), uh (Trust)
Uh (Trust), uh (Trust), uh
(Clayco on the beat)
Uh-huh

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