Top Floor (feat. X Money) Video (MV)

Yeah, yeah, yeah
808s bouncin', countin' it lounging
I'm in the mountains, f*ckin' a loud, bitch, uh-uh-uh
You not about it, say you about it
What you gon' do about it, come press up
A-L-U-M-N-Y-E, we in your city
Yeah, we about it
Yeah, we about it
Yeah, we about it, uh-uh-uh, yeah
Treatin' it just like a rocket, trackin' my space
James Harden type, isolate in my zone, tryna find a way
No defense, no need to shake and bake
I pull up at the show floor, only came for the cold slaw
She tryna swim at Kodaslaw, you ain't know what my goals are
They tryna act like they know us, can't afford to keep it focused
Top floor boss, ya'll know this, dirty beat got diagnosis
When I'm on the road, I roll it
That ain't your style, y'all stole it
You droppin', postpone it, I'm on it
This shit is crazy, I'm drivin' Mercedes
Butterfly doors and they open for ladies
Just got these shoes and they came from the 80s
My baby want bags so I bought her the latest
Two in the back with a milli to each
This shit is fire, we burnin' the city and streets
Remember the days, I was scrapin' for paper, now we top floor when we eat
Bitches know me, I was inside the ford when I slept
Beats on my mind, I could never sleep
Takin' a pic I would never smile, unless the cameraman was sayin' cheese
Couldn't do better, couldn't get fetta
Lovin' the game, so quittin' was never
Rainy or sunny, don't care about the weather
The money is fallin', I'm fittin' to live up
Talkin' bout a game without a mission
Make a nigga listen pay attention
Whole gang livin' for the mention
Tempest Larry can you feel the tension
Pick 60, snatchin' interception
Turn a black hellcat electric
Married to the game, but f*ck a wedding
Actin' zesty like he eat a lemon
Pick it up and back it up again, like why the f*ck a nigga feelin' that
Backstage gang gettin' lit as hell
Screamin' motherf*ck a ceiling fan
He gon' open doors on the top floor, and possibly he gon' take a picture
Play with me and find out, I'm a different animal, I'm a different creature
Smith's bro, I'm tryin' to make a meal
Broke as shit, a youngin' tryin' to drill
Actin' gangsta on the net, when out on that time, the only thing he tryin' to kill
Life's in prison, get yourself a ribbon
Straight from blood and here, by the bridge
Cold world, get yourself a mitten
James Bond, a nigga on that mission
808s bouncin', countin' it lounging
I'm in the mountains, f*ckin' a loud, bitch, uh-uh-uh
You not about it, say you about it
What you gon' do about it, come press up
A-L-U-M-N-Y-E, we in your city
Yeah, we about it
Yeah, we about it
Yeah, we about it, uh-uh-uh, yeah