Lyrics:

Huh, huh, shawty, she dancin', making a scene
Bounce, trampoline, I got a whole lot of
I got a whole lot of clothes, CELINE
I got a whole lot of sticks and ammo-, I loaded the magazine
I look like to model, I look like I'm 'posed to just pose on the cover of magazines
My b- like a model, she look too bad, but nah, she ain't too bad for me
Me and the gang, we slide, we creep
I'm in a Trackhawk Jeep, my boy in the 720S, McLaren
Suicide doors on the creature, my main - trippin', yeah
'Cause I don't be caring, I'm too damn evil
I can't even lie, you're pretty, baby, but I don't think that I need you
Huh, I'm sippin' on red, yeah, my young nigga'll wet you up
I got rich, upper echelon, my bad bitch too wet, yeah
I got water, I got way more water than a bathtub
I just been tweakin' lately, huh, I don't give no fu-
Tell that ho to pull up, I'ma throw it, throw more than a dub
Stripper party in the studio, I don't go to clubs
I'm at Prime Italian, in Miami-, I'm eatin' good
I know my n- tied, so I gotta get up out that hood
Know your tushy tight, yeah, good
I done burned the tires off the whip, I slide it through your hood
I don't get tired, real vamp, I'm up all night
Thick, real thick hoes, super thighs
Money, American Deli, I got a ten piece with some fries
She got a pink, I call my lil' freak Nicki Minaj
Then go outer-space, yeah, Phantom came with some stars
When I'm in L.A., every superstar
I smoke out the bag every day, I don't want a zip
And I'm pourin' up real mud, do you want a sip?
Baby, do you want a sip?
I just called my shooter up, and he ready to catch a kill
I just called my shooter up, he ready to catch a kill
Ten-thousand on your head, you'll be dead for real
30 thousand in my bed, nigga, yeah, for real
I was signed in to a deal, goin' crazy, a hundred mil'
I just throw that money up and watch it fall
I just throw that money up and watch it fall
We got poppin', poppin', poppin', yeah, now
We got poppin', poppin', poppin', yeah, now
Tried to get over on me, hell nah
Tried to pull a move on me, we knock his head off
I'm the Top Floor, Top Floor, Top Floor, Top Floor, Top Floor, Top Floor Boss
I got gang members on the top floor, servin' Pitbull, that dog
Yeah, my chain hangin' and it's swingin', I got VVSs shawty
If you ain't gang, gang, then you ain't in, it's a real party
It's a boss - party, yeah, shawty
Yeah, let's get it started, huh, yeah, shawty
Ain't no keepers, but it's started, it's a foreign
She a freak and she pop a pill, yeah, she gettin'
Whoa, yeah, this shit gets crazy
This - tried to come and trap me for a baby
I just bought my old - a brand-new Mercedes
I cut off the old, now I'm goin' brazy
I cut off the old, now I'm goin' brazy
I cut off the old, now I'm goin' brazy
I cut off the old, now I'm goin' brazy
I cut off the old, now I'm goin' brazy