Top Floor Lyrics

Top Floor Lyrics

(Intro)
Migo, yuh
Cinco! Ah
(Pre-Hook)
Fifteen b**ches said they wanna go (they wanna, they wanna)
Said they wanna go let the green light, green light go
Said they wanna go to the top floor of the condo (to the top)
I dont know, I dont know, I dont know, can't tell 'em no
(Hook)
Quavo, yung rich nigga, yung rich nigga
Pockets are religions, pockets are religions
I was in a Mazi, in a Mazi
Wadn't nobody's business, wadn't nobody's business
All of them my millions, all the millions
All the foreign women, all the foreign women
I was in the skies, in the skies
Backseat of the Bentley, backseat of the Bentley
(Verse: Quavo)
Speakin' of back seats, do ya remember the back seats
Remember the days when women were drivin', Young Quavo was in the back seat
Runnin' from twelves, on the back street! Yes he right behind but theres no catchin' me
Its late at night, and I pray to God
I want a new Rari, tell him Im sorry fo' my sins
New beginnin', all my team winnin'
Have ya eva played wit the Falcons, catch him Brian Finnigan
Winnin' is ol' like dinosaurs, breakin' yo b**ch spinal cord
Cook a brick when a nigga get bored
Chop it down like a samurai sword
(Pre-Hook)
Fifteen b**ches said they wanna go (they wanna, they wanna)
Said they wanna go let the green light, green light go
Said they wanna go to the top floor of the condo (to the top)
I dont know, I dont know, I dont know, can't tell 'em no
(Hook)
Quavo, yung rich nigga, yung rich nigga
Pockets are religions, pockets are religions
I was in a Mazi, in a Mazi
Wadn't nobody's business, wadn't nobody's business
All of them my millions, all the millions
All the foreign women, all the foreign women
I was in the skies, in the skies
Backseat of the Bentley, backseat of the Bentley
(Verse 2: Offset)
Back seat of the police car, wakin' up in the mornin' seein' bars
Momma told me what the f**k ya gon do, ya gon stay bein' broke or ya take off tomorrow?
Now I pull up Bentley all my cars, Now that Im rich nigga what is the R
And Im rollin' up Keisha, gon live it up, what Im rollin' up, in a Jaguar
Young rich nigga came a long way
Errybody said we wouldnt make it
Im the same nigga trappin out the ?
And when I pull up ya should see the haters faces
Look wit tan loafers, no laces, Givenchy
My attire, ya know that its tailored
Trappin' and cappin', they callin' me riff, maxin' my jello walkin' alligators
World of life Bentley its a umbrella, yeah the Migos jug like the Goodfellas, Brokanese ass niggas need to do betta
Im a Heff on these b**ches, livin' like Hugh Heffner, and my diamonds so cold, got a Gucci sweater
Backseater Willy man call ya nigga, was tryin to get cheddar
Now I pull up in the Bentley Muslanne , Bugatti, whateva
(Pre-Hook)
Fifteen b**ches said they wanna go (they wanna, they wanna)
Said they wanna go let the green light, green light go
Said they wanna go to the top floor of the condo (to the top)
I dont know, I dont know, I dont know, can't tell 'em no
(Verse 3: Take Off)
Fifteen b**ches say they wanna go, wanna f**k Cinco and the three Amigos
Takin' yo b**ch and we workin' the b**ch the way she work her face, she gon get some my pesos
Man that b**ch aint worth a f**kin' penny
She wanna shopping spree, she want the paparazzi
Want to be spend all my broccoli at Lenox, little b**ch ya trippin'
Cant get my blue Benjamins
Im sorry if I did offended you, I dont want no relationship
Im thru wit ya
Ya can keep all of yo Louboutin tennis shoes
All that jewelry, those things are material
Cuz those fifteen b**ches on my phone
Want to go to my top floor condo and roam
Sneakin' and geekin' suckin' less them leaches
Lobby runned up wit some Puerto Ricans and they freaky
Do not suck me up till I sleep, Whippin' up a brick a nigga drinkin' Easter Pink
Like ya love a nigga b**ches they be shoppin' overseas, I can take a nonbelieva and I make that b**ch believe
Does she cook it, does she flip it right? That b**ch could live wit me
If she can stand on the block wit the brick and run from the Police
She aint got no problem bringin' back the product to me
Whip a chicken in the kitchen I send that b**ch in the streets
(Hook)
Quavo, yung rich nigga, yung rich nigga
Pockets are religions, pockets are religions
I was in a Mazi, in a Mazi
Wadn't nobody's business, wadn't nobody's business
All of them my millions, all the millions
All the foreign women, all the foreign women
I was in the skies, in the skies
Backseat of the Bentley, backseat of the Bentley