| Yeah, now one time for this fast money
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| And all these out of state promoters spending cash on me
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| If fly crippin' was the country, im the flag
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| Niggas still talking bad but they got they whole swag from me
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| And I wish a nigga would try and pass on me
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| AR-15 in a damier bag homie
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| Im getting racks, I ain’t tryna make a rap homie
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| I fuck with who I fuck with and that’s that homie (YEAH!)
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| 100 thousand on my chain and piece
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| Bitches love to see you shine and I aim to
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| Please
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| This world turned a nigga violent but I came in peace
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| And keep it real until I kill this game, I just ain’t complete
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| She ain’t gone make it to the suite if she ain’t a freak
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| Get crackin' in the backseat so she ain’t for me
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| She tried to hit me that wait and see
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| Told her hope out and get a blunt then I got in the breeze
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| That type of shit that make me laugh brody
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| And I ain’t met a bitch yet that can swag on me
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| Mascara tracks but she asked for em
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| Now I just home she got some cab money
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| HOOK
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| Now am I out here on my grind? |
| that’s fasho
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| Mind on my money, seven days twenty-fo
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| Dont fuck with dumb niggas, I dont fuck with bum hoes
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| It ain’t nothing to be done out here that I ain’t done before
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| Teach you niggas how to ball, show you what to do with dough
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| Get everything you want then go back and get some mo
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| Can you relate? |
| just let me know
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| If you ain’t afraid of heights, meet me on the top floor here I go
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| Look
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| Now two times for these pink slips
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| And all these bossy ass deals that we inked in
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| And ain’t no playing with me, I got a 80/20
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| That mean my shit sell any they gon pay me plenty
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| It’s strictly business in this game, still they faking friendly
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| Don’t let em take advantage of you and it make em envy
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| Got it so a rap nigga never make a millie
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| With Nipsey though a middle man’ll never make a penny (YOP!)
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| I’m going hard like I’m 'posed to
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| And I ain’t hanging out with money, that’s what hoes do
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| We poppin' Clicquot at the condo with the cold view
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| From hanging out the window poppin' pistols out the old school
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| And I ain’t blessing near nigga, kill ya own food
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| Sacrfice your own years, pay ya own dues
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| Sell ya own pounds, buy ya own Pro Tools
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| Do it like I did it, drop your nuts and make your own moves
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| HOOK
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| Now am I out here on my grind? |
| that’s fasho
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| Mind on my money, seven days twenty-fo
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| Dont fuck with dumb niggas, I dont fuck with bum hoes
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| It ain’t nothing to be done out here that I ain’t done before
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| Teach you niggas how to ball, show you what to do with dough
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| Get everything you want then go back and get some mo
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| Can you relate? |
| just let me know
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| If you ain’t afraid of heights, meet me on the top floor here I go
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| See I been on my grind, way too many years
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| To let these fake rapping niggas act like they my peers
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| I seen em rolling dice, crap out and disappear
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| Say pressure bust a pipe and make a diamond and it’s clear
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| Im nothing like them niggas telling lies in your ears
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| See me I really shed blood, sweat and tears
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| That’s why everything you see, match everything you hear
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| And nothing last forever so enjoy me while im here
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| Clear
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| Here I go, say here I go, uh
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| HOOK
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| Now am I out here on my grind? |
| that’s fasho
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| Mind on my money, seven days twenty-fo
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| Dont fuck with dumb niggas, I dont fuck with bum hoes
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| It ain’t nothing to be done out here that I ain’t done before
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| Teach you niggas how to ball, show you what to do with dough
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| Get everything you want then go back and get some mo
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| Can you relate? |
| just let me know
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| If you ain’t afraid of heights, meet me on the top floor here I go |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Top Floor , by - Nipsey Hussle. Song from the album X-Tra Laps, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп