in god we trust
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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 butt (Then her butt)
Yeah, my boy got a strap and he clutching (Let's go)
He keep that shit on his hip and his front (The front)
Yeah, know we not going for nothing (No way)
When it come to this shit, 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' bitch, see what's up
Told her, "Yes I tried, lil' bitch, but we done"
Told hеr, "Once I'm fly, just like a lil' dove"
Yеs, lil' bitch, I shine, something like the sun
If I let you in my mind, don't give up (Uh)
'Cause this shit get hard when you fuck with us
Tried to teach them once, know they didn't get it (Uh)
Oh, that bitch is broke? No, she cannot get dick
My boy he got gold in his mouth, it's pissing (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 fucking kicked it (Yeah)
Uh, said she really want that shit
Tell her, "Simmer down, bitch, you finna get it" (Yeah)
Uh, like I'm sick, I'm steady shitting
Like I'm cooking crack, I'm stuck up in the kitchen
Fuck Helen Keller, nigga, I got the vision
We Met Gala dripping, it's the Top Floor division
Fuck that lil' shit you doing, 'cause I did it
And, I watered my wrist, just like I'm washing dishes
I just fucked this lil' thot, and now she sneaking pictures
Damn, I regret that shit, I should've never did it
Uh, regret that bitch, I shouldn't have hit her
Uh, I hit that bitch and say I miss her
Pass that ho to the left, then hit her sister
Pass the glick to the right and get him hit up
I'm the top floor boss, and your bitch 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 butt (Then her butt)
Yeah, my boy got a strap and he clutching (Let's go)
He keep that shit on his hip and his front (The front)
Yeah, know we not going for nothing (No way)
When it come to this shit, 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' bitch, see what's up (Yeah)
Told her, "Yes I tried, lil' bitch, but we done" (Uh)
Told her, "Once I'm fly, just like a lil' dove" (Uh)
Yes, lil' bitch, I shine, something like the sun
If I let you in my mind, don't give up (Uh)
'Cause this shit get hard when you fuck with us
All I see is dollar signs, yes, it's up (Yes)
Yes, nigga, 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