[Hit-Boy:] Top floor, top floor Dom in the back [?] We got something on the line Yeah, lil’ bitch
When I think of you, I think of wedding chapels Sweet like a Mangrove Snapper Pink lemonade on my wrist and it drip I bet the whole thang and we damn take the risk Caught up in the game, doing this for years She gon’ just get loose, cause she feelin’ him Just got off a phone call with Eminem He told me I could tell you never force none of your hits Whole time in my head, I’m thinking hope they free Big Hit I just sent your bitch, now she been [?] Never seen it cause it’s custom, though Cocaine paint bussin’ on them hundred spokes Presidential suite and we still treat it like the mall BC brought the pack, I got a duffel full of dough Retch is on the roll, [?] to Joe Moses She like my backstroke Put it in the song Come and be my girlfriend, for one night We on the top floor with it, yeah
Top floor, top floor We on the top floor with it
[Dom Kennedy:] If I’m guilty, it’s from sticking to the script I’m from where so many of ’em came and win Don’t lock her up, she wanna live Don’t lock her up, she wanna live I be in the lofts with the view or the strip Don’t really like to waste nothing, roll it thin I stopped talking to her for rocking the MCM Got standards to uphold, baby who’d you think I am Let you see the Spanish bungalow Have some cute homegirls, I ain’t hit none of those We in the steam-room, living life like shit I know her, all she wanna do is be my main chick You never seen it cause it’s custom, though And no mad wagon on them hundred spokes Blue c-notes, we get a tone of those [?] the ATM, til all the money gone Top floor