Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song TOP FLOOR, artist - Gunna. Album song WUNNA, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 300 Entertainment, Young Stoner Life
Song language: English
TOP FLOOR |
Jumped out of a wave right into a daze |
It can wreck your life, you gotta think twice |
Put it together, the color I like |
Know it look better whenever enticed |
Prada, blue leather, whatever her vice is |
(Okay) |
A mountain, ooh, ooh |
Too toxic (Toxic), ooh, ooh |
Wavy, not vibin' (Vibin'), ooh, ooh |
I’m so surrounded ('Rounded), ooh |
Yeah, let’s go |
High in the sky, they can’t reach (High) |
Fly with a style that’s unique (Fly) |
Ride LaFerraris (Ferraris) |
I came out the mud like the cleats |
Float like Muhammad Ali (Yeah) |
Wave, I was born in a sea (Wave) |
Life of the party (Life of the party) |
Miami, we had to star it (We had to star it) |
I feed her, we eatin' calamari |
Drip on these suckers, sorry, I’m not sorry |
Order the PJ, I’m flyin' to Maui |
One of one, only get VLONE from Bari (VLONE from Bari) |
She came with me once, had a wonderful day |
Bitch wrote a book and put me in her diary |
We fucked on a boat, I’m a pirate (Pirate) |
Admit it, I know you admire it (Admire it) |
My diamonds dance like parade (Parade) |
Matte black Aventador, same color shades (Shade) |
Earn your promotion, I’ll give you a raise (Raise) |
Poured up some potion, feel intoxicated |
Float like the ocean, young Gunna go crazy |
Tropical bitches, her hair wet and wavy |
Put a big double M on my Mercedes |
Got me some millions, no minimum wagin' |
(Okay) |
A mountain, ooh, ooh |
Too toxic (Toxic), ooh, ooh |
Wavy, not vibin' (Vibin'), ooh, ooh |
I’m so surrounded ('Rounded), ooh |
Top floor (Yeah) |
Elevator entrance, not doors |
Only thing above us is outdoors |
Took her down to Houston to the chachos |
Took a million and started a bank |
Top of the floor, man, it came with the rank |
And you’re welcome come party, the hell did you think? |
Juggle the beats how I juggle the fame |
And I gobble the pain when I swallow this drank |
I grow my own gas in the back of the farm |
Need the cover of Time so my haters believers |
I ran through these seasons with centerfold pieces |
Flip the promoter just like we do pizza |
Just run me my cheese, we don’t wanna go grease ya |
Hotline (Okay), turn the pipeline to a lifeline |
A mountain, ooh, ooh |
Too toxic (Toxic), ooh, ooh |
Wavy, not vibin' (Vibin'), ooh, ooh |
I’m so surrounded ('Rounded), ooh |
Yeah, let’s go |