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[Intro]
You know what I’m sayin’, I, I always gotta speak my truth
I don’t mean it
You know what I’m sayin’, call my phone, know I’m sayin’? (It’s up)
Top Floor Boss, yeah
Top Floor, Top Floor, Top Floor
[Chorus]
I told you what it was (Yeah)
I’m on drugs, I can’t get enough (Yeah)
She in love, she keep tryna fuck me (Yeah)
A breal blood, don’t fuck with dubs (Blrtt)
I’m pullin’ up, that’s a couple bucks (On God)
I came from nothing, your main ho nuttin’ (It’s up)
She like ceviche, I just like Givenchy
And every weekday, I’m workin’ for this money
I’m lookin’ forward, I put the past behind me
I’m turned a mogul, I’m takin’ over
Just check the logo, we takin’ over
I could never leave my brothers for any thots
My wrist a Range Rover, that’s just the watch
She got designer body, I gotta buy it
Everything exotic like my narcotics (Yeah)
Everything exotic like my narcotics
Everything exotic like my narcotics
Everything exotic like my narcotics
Everything exotic like my narcotics
Look how I’m drivin’, the bitch is fuckin’
Plain watches, diamonds bustin’ (Yeah)
Sippin’ straight drop, no, this not Robitussin (No way)
Middle fingers up to the haters, I said, „Fuck ’em”
[Refrain]
Middle fingers up to the haters, I said, „Fuck ’em”
Middle fingers up to the haters, I said, „Fuck ’em”
Middle fingers up to the haters, I said, „Fuck ’em”
Middle fingers up to the haters, I said, „Fuck ’em” (Fuck, fuck, fuck, yeah)
[Verse]
Go Ferrari, caviar, and calamari (Okay)
I turned it up and I ain’t never sayin’ sorry (Okay)
They say the money show the people who you are (Okay)
I hate to say it, I’m a motherfuckin’ monster (Grr)
She a villain, she the trillest (The trillest)
I love the bitch ’cause she know to keep it real (Keep it real)
She said she really liked my album, If Looks Could Kill (If Looks Could Kill)
I couldn’t help it, gotta ask her how she feel (How you feel?)
Sippin’, sippin’ (Yeah, haha)
I can’t help it, I’ve been livin’ out my mind (Out my mind)
I feel the Devil, he been creepin’ up my spine (Ah)
I spend the money ’cause I ain’t got time (Got time)
[Chorus]
I told you what it was (What it was)
I’m on drugs, I can’t get enough (Get enough)
She in love, she keep tryna fuck me (Yeah)
A breal blood, don’t fuck with dubs (Blrrt)
I’m pullin’ up, that’s a couple bucks (Yeah)
I came from nothing, your main ho nuttin’ (Yeah)
She like ceviche, I just like Givenchy (Givenchy, Givenchy)
And every weekday, I’m workin’ for this money (Yeah)
I’m lookin’ forward, I put the past behind me
I’m turned a mogul, I’m takin’ over
Just check the logo, we takin’ over
I could never leave my brothers for any thots
My wrist a Range Rover, that’s just the watch
She got designer body, I gotta buy it
Everything exotic like my narcotics
Everything exotic like my narcotics
Everything exotic like my narcotics
Everything exotic like my narcotics
Everything exotic like my narcotics
Look how I’m drivin’, the bitch is fuckin’
Plain watches, diamonds bussin’
Sippin’ straight drop, no, this not Robitussin
Middle fingers up to the haters, I said, „Fuck ’em” (Yeah)
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Pod powierzchnią bragga i hedonizmu pojawia się jednak nuta chaosu i wewnętrznego napięcia. Wspomnienia o używkach, presji oraz „życiu na krawędzi” sugerują, że sukces nie daje pełnego spełnienia ani spokoju. Bohater stara się iść naprzód i odcinać od przeszłości, ale jednocześnie jego styl życia wskazuje na brak równowagi i ciągłą potrzebę ucieczki w intensywne doświadczenia.











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