Nipsey Hussle - Top Floor Lyrics

Yeah, now one time for this fast money
And all these outer state promoters spending cash on me
And fly cripping, what's the country I'm the flag
Nigga still talking bad, but they got they whole swag from me
And I wish a nigga would try and pass on me
... homie
I'm getting racks, I ain't trying to make a rap homie
I fuck with who I fuck with and that's that homie
Yeah, hundred thousand on my chain and piece
Bitches love to see you shine and I aim to please
This world turnt a nigga violent but I came in peace
And keep it real until I kill this game, I just say complete
She ain't gonna make it to the sweet if she ain't a freak
Get cracking in the back seat so she ain't for me
She try to hit me with that wait and see
Told her ... get a blunt and I got in the breeze
That type of chick that make me laugh Brody
And I ain't me a bitch yet that can swag on me
Mascara tracks, but she asked for
Now I just hope she has some cab money

Now when I'm out here my grind, that's for sure
Mind on my money, 7 days, 24
Don't fuck with dumb niggas, I don't fuck with dumb hoes
It ain't nothing to be done out here, that I ain't done before
Teach you niggas how to ball, show you what to do with dough
Get everythang you want then go back and get some more
Can you relay, just let me know, I got it
We ain't afraid of heights, we on the top floor, here I go

Look, now 2 times for these pink slips
And all these bossy ass deals that we inked in
It ain't no playing with me, I got a 80 20
That mean my shit sell any day they gonna pay me plenty
It's strictly bizness in this game still they faking friendly
Don't let them take advantage of you in and make them envy
God is so ... nigga never make a millie
With Nipsey though a middle man will never make a penny

Yah, I'm going hard like I'm sposed to
And I ain't hanging out with money, that's what hoes do
We popping ... at the condo with the cold...
You from hanging out the window popping pistols at the old school
And I ain't ... here nigga, kill your own fools
Sacrifice your own years pay your own dues
Sell your own pounds, buy your own pro tools
Do it like I did it, drop your nuts and make your own rules

Now when I'm out here my grind, that's for sure
Mind on my money, 7 days, 24
Don't fuck with dumb niggas, I don't fuck with dumb hoes
It ain't nothing to be done out here, that I ain't done before
Teach you niggas how to ball, show you what to do with dough
Get everythang you want then go back and get some more
Can you relay, just let me know, I got it
If you ain't afraid of heights, meet me on the top floor, here I go

See I've been on my grind, way too many years
To let these fake rapping niggas act like they my peers
I see them rolling dice, grab pot and disappear
Stay fresh... make a diamond and it's clear
I'm nothing like them niggas tell lies in your ears
See me I really share blood sweat and tears
That's why everything you see match everything you hear
And nothing lasts forever, so join me while I'm here, clear

Here I go, what
Say I go

Now when I'm out here my grind, that's for sure
Mind on my money, 7 days, 24
Don't fuck with dumb niggas, I don't fuck with dumb hoes
It ain't nothing to be done out here, that I ain't done before
Teach you niggas how to ball, show you what to do with dough
Get everythang you want then go back and get some more
Can you relay, just let me know, I got it
If you ain't afraid of heights, meet me on the top floor, here I go
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