| Yeah
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| Free G-Five, on a G5
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| Yeah yeah yeah
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| Toast to 'em all
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| She said she love me but I know the truth, she been fuckin' my dawg (my dawg
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| and all)
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| Lately I been feelin' crazy so I ain’t been answerin' calls
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| I just been gettin' the money and savin' it
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| Keepin' my back on the wall
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| I’m never gon' fall
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| Straight to the money no stop
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| I’ma go straight to the stars
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| Free all of my niggas sittin' in the cell blocks
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| I’ma give it all I got
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| I’ma go straight to the stars
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| Condo at the top floor
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| We was so high, you can ask God
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| You can ask God
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| I know they hate it, I see they faces, they mad I made it
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| I’m on they ass, I’m gettin' this bag, I ran it up fast
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| Stand up in they chest no apology
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| Mama sent a text that she proud of me
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| Youngins in the hood watchin' out for me
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| Money all colors like Monopoly
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| Park the Jeep, hop in the Vet
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| Stay on they ass, stay on they neck
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| Keep me a check
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| Viper came yellow, I painted it red
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| And I paid cash, you heard what I said
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| Goin' crazy, I been feelin' the rage
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| Last year I was sittin' in the cage
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| This year I’m goin' all the way
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| Taking drugs, tryna ease the pain
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| I see 'em watchin'
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| They on my drip, they tryna follow the wave
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| They on my page
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| They know that I’m paid, ain’t been in town in days
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| Most of these niggas they old news
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| All these bitches been ran through
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| I’ma save all the fifties and keep the hundreds
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| Then spend all the dubs on getting money
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| Straight from the 'jects to a jet
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| We been gettin' real fly
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| Free G-Five, on a G5
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| Balmain denim, no Levis
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| Strapped to a T, who want war with us
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| Dually sit up like an armored truck
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| I brought it out, it’s a one of one
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| Nigga screaming gang, they ain’t one of us
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| Toast to 'em all
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| She said she love me but I know the truth, she been fuckin' my dawg (my dawg
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| and all)
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| Lately I been feelin' crazy so I ain’t been answerin' calls
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| I just been gettin' the money and savin' it
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| Keepin' my back on the wall
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| I’m never gon' fall
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| Straight to the money no stop
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| I’ma go straight to the top
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| Free all of my niggas sittin' in the cell blocks
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| I’ma give it all I got
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| I’ma go straight to the stars
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| Condo at the top floor
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| We was so high, you can ask God
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| You can ask God
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| Draped down in Gucci, she rock Givenchy, she matchin' my fly
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| I know it’s wrong, but fuck if it’s wrong, I don’t wanna be right
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| Let’s take a trip, if we leave now, we can land tonight
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| We gon' take a trip to Dubai, guarantee you won’t see nobody
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| Nobody safe where I come from
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| Young niggas goin' straight dumb
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| Fifty hollow tips in each drum
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| Throwing fours up with lil one
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| Hoppin' out trucks, we suited up, we ready for war, yeah
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| Yeah that’s my boy, that’s really my dawg
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| We went from boys to men
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| Straight to the money no stop
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| I’ma give it all I got
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| I’ma give it all I got
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| I’ma give it all I got
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| Straight to the money no stop
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| I’ma go straight to the top
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| I’ma go straight to the top
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| I’ma go straight to the top |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song To The Top , by - Lil Baby. Song from the album Too Hard, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп