Top Floor

Lyrics

[Intro: Quilly] Uh, Uh. Yeah, it's "Quilly 3" nigga. Huh? Don't ever let a nigga tell you what you can't do Ha, that nigga just a hater. Negative energy Get em away from you. Ha, stay focused Stay focused nigga, stay positive [Verse 1: Quilly] I'm at the top floor lookin' down Thinkin "should I shit on niggas' that ain't hold me down?" Look at me, fuck niggas', let em hold a round When you're wavy as Quilly, you ain't suppose to drown When your heart filled wit anger, nigga you're suppose to frown I'm bringin all my baddest bitches, gotta show in town I'm driving all the hottest whips, I was in them squadders I do the Mason Margielas like I did the Pradas A fucked up boyfriend; great baby father I used to overthink my dreams like they was never real I took that shit from Haines Street to Beverly Hills Shoppin' at the Beverly center Fuckin bitches named Beverly Purple heavily.Seein' shit I ain't never see This bitch told me she loyal I said "you better be." Cuz the minute you ain't, you won't be next to me Trunk full of dog food; Pedigree, overweight lover In the trap movin' Heavy D Got money for a rainy day, so when you niggas' throwin' shots I just fade away Take a trip, haha, I'm like fuck it, take your bitch Or take the chip, MJ rings, I'm takin' 6 Pack so loud, you can smell it through compressors Work straight drop, it was cooked by professors Pimp-C pints, nothin' more, nothin' lesser Plastic in my pocket, but them racks in the dresser You got your city on fire, go get on the road This shit bigger than your block, go fuck up the globe Life told "stay focused boy, go get on your mode" My life a movie, sit back and watch the episodes Less niggas', extra hoes, you hangin' wit Mr. Cooper Me and (?) blowin' Hookah, gotta stylist and a booster My mom; I salute her, couple whores that'll line you Some cousins that'll shoot you wit them ladders like a roofer We got Whitney & Bobby, meet me in the lobby The percs still poppin' cuz my brother Pill Cosby Steaks from Del Frisco's, still go to Max's Balenciaga sneakers, I treat em like Air Maxes Therapeutic king size from a air mattress Your pop was a rat, that make you a rat bastard Mason (?) tile on my floor: Grand master (?) like Jam-Master We all gotta grave, that mean we all equal My fans, I don't even call fans, they're my people Fuckin' wit my day 1's, today and tomorrow You don't even owe me shit, cuz you can have it We don't borrow [Hook: Quilly] Aye, I just wanna live my life Chillin' in the hills all night Floatin' in a Phantom all white If I can do it, I would do it twice Aye, all night Haha, all right [Ending: Quilly] Turn me up! "Quilly 3" nigga Yeah! 3rd time around nigga Uh, uh. Aw! don't take my adlibs either Haha, keep all that, keep all that, we rollin'