Top Floor GTR

Album cover art for "Top Floor GTR" by Jay Worthy & Wallie the Sensei & Leven Kali

Jay Worthy & Wallie the Sensei & Leven Kali - R&B, Rap

Top Floor GTR

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Duration: 3:18

Lyrics

[Intro: Skit] Mr. Worthy, this is room service, man Ayy, one second, good peoples, hold up one minute, bro-bro You got it, sir Ayy, baby, put some clothes on I'ma just leave it right here, man Oh, yeah, yeah, you can leave it right there Uh-huh, right at the door Okay, I'ma leave it right here, man M-hm Just call me if you need anything else Okay, fo'sho And I just wanna remind you, it's a, uh... No smoking room, uh Unless you smokin' that 'za Nah, nah, we not smokin' it here [Verse 1] It ain't no limit to this shit I could do, like fuck a sky, bitch I'm outer space pimpin' like Clinton, I'm on my jore shit P-funk wildin', smokin' parlament sherm sticks Ohio player, funky worm, I've been on my G-Tip In that Aston Martin, floatin' through the hood like a seaship The Titanic, I'm brackin', eatin' little Tiny [?] and Earl Swavey Damn, my lil' homies from the park Anthony (Anthony) Rider gang, bitch, you know I'm still smashin' (Smashin') Know where I'm from, nigga, don't ask 'em Worldwide with it from a turf where they so active When stayin' out the way become a lifestyle 'Cause bein' in the mix'll have these niggas turn your lights out Settin' up [?], then prawns, we at the lighthouse Presidential suites at the Beverly like the White House Sippin' on this Kratom, got me lower than a six four I refuse [?] playin' underwater while I backstroke (Yeah-yeah) [Chorus] Ooh, I'm leavin' my whip outside Brody, don't my ride Ooh, I'm cupped up sippin' pool side Welcome to your new life Oh, woah (Uh) She's so new to this Foreign, but she'll get used to it Views turnin' good girls into nasty hoes (Woah) I guess that's why they call it the top floor (Yeah) Top floor, top floor I guess that's why they call it the top floor (Yeah) Top floor, top floor Yeah, uh [Verse 2] Man, we did it, now we livin', flyest crew every night And we still sneakin' in with the pills in the pipe God damn, girl, make sure you choosin' right You shinin' like a star that ain't gon' stop shinin' [?], but we can't fuck right here We oughta go to the top floor and jump off the top row You know that I got dough Always down for the last minute switch-up Gotta pick another nigga bitch up I ain't tryna stunt, buncha niggas a bum As fake as it gets, bitch, I'm as real as they come I'm in Hollywood, lookin' for Alicia Raye Twenty cars pullin' up, we fuck the city up (Like, fuck the worlds, bitch, the [?] big as fuck) (Replicas they want to be us niggas, fake as fuck) [Chorus] Ooh, I'm leavin' my whip outside Brody, don't my ride Ooh, I'm cupped up sippin' pool side Welcome to your new life Oh, woah (Uh) She's so new to this Foreign, but she'll get used to it Views turnin' good girls into nasty hoes (Woah) I guess that's why they call it the top floor (Yeah) Top floor, top floor I guess that's why they call it the top floor (Yeah) Top floor, top floor Yeah, uh

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Credits

Writers
  • Jay Worthy
  • Wallie the Sensei
  • Leven Kali