Top Floor

I started sipping the actavis I started sipping the remedy Quit playin hoe nobody matching this Saint lo she hang with the bros and plus she in love with the way that I'm cashing in Won't take a minute get gone in a second H5 hot, Im losing my breath It's like the molly got its own mind Ain't really tripping about money for real I went to go face Plus i'm working out the backends my sack in How these niggas gone be mad at me? When I'm the one that brought the racks in If you ain't going fast as f*ck, why you even put the gas in? No one never tried to break the box cause a real nigga gettin back in Hell nah I ain't tripping for real This Pyrex really cooking for real Never workin I got credit for real Late night I was up thinking bout the money had to and get it for real Popping tags might just pop me a seal I sip the drank till I forget its real Hell nah that shit ain't worth the deal It ain't worth the sign Saint It ain't worth my life Nah It ain't worth that time Nah She ain't worth that time Nah Yea yea You can ask me if I'm lying Feel like I'm headed to hell cause I took the psychedelics in my ride You can even check the top floor seen my brother doin just fine Trying to get high as hell I face that shit just one more time Yeah Cant feel dat shit I hit that bitch just one more time Yea saint I get em gone New bezel for the rubio Inside color donjulio Off the lean I get real bloated High as f*ck nigga saint floating Had to hold it down pour the syrup but this exotic stay gettin niggas rollin All this money and the racks nigga I had to go count up the deads Feel like a villain I'm booted up and when I trippin off the red Know some niggas down the road 85 south we on niggas heads I been hangin with some stunner niggas…you play then we on your ass Lookin inside of my duffel damn… It's a whole lotta cash Damn it's a whole lotta thrax Yea saint it's a whole lotta stacks Pull out a whole lotta bags Ain't no shit its a whole lotta slatts Saint Cant stunt these niggas, bitch I ride round paid though I'm wit my Soulja boys yea sum like draco In the jects popping niggas know it's Saint Lo Hi-tech syrup, sip it a nigga kept them rounds in it Yeah a nigga drink that lean, drink that mud, drink that actavis Something like a shadow I came in like nigga balenciaga put some black in this I been busy counting hella shit I been busy putting racks in this Facing this Foreign hoes rolling thrax in here Like really ain't nothing change except for the money that's coming in The racks they bummin in This wide boy mulsanne we jumping in These bitches go crazy we running in These niggas be trippin we dumping it Saint got the pack imma run it in Lotta blues I was thumbing in Lotta blues I was thumbing in