Top Lookin Down lyrics

by

Lil Wayne


[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
I leave nothing on the table, I'm a greedy a n*gga
Shout my young bull word to my Philly n*ggas
My new young b*tch said she been f*cking ball players
You see me 'round some n*ggas know they all real
Club lit, club lit
Stevie J bring the record back
Kids Ttipping this dope (Trip)
Where the f*ck my banger At
Stevie J dropped OOUU OOUU
Why the f*ck he ain't think of that
n*ggas thinkin' we cool, naw n*gga ain't none of that
Yeah, 50 bars tell him run it back
Real n*gga in real life, you a real n*gga on the internet
Real problems, had real issues in the real streets on real crack
Fake n*ggas having fake issues, all you hatin' n*ggas put a end to that
Nothing but killers in my session, this sh*t Deathrow
Bought a Rollie on my extras, left tho
I be getting to the money ain't no plan B
I be goin' so hard they try to ban me
Aye, look your MCM all in my section tryna take a selfie
I won't give that pus*y back they say I'm acting selfish
I made 20 million dollars ain't sh*t you can tell me
Gave my life to the streets, I hope that sh*t don't fail me
A million dollar smell like some new cologne
That b*tch ain't bad if she ain't did it on her own
Patek Philipe and I can't even set the date
Buyin' time but I'm still runnin' late
[Pre-Chorus: Yo Gotti]
I got all the chains on like a field n*gga
I'm standing on these couches with my lil' n*ggas
I don't want no rap now, I don't feel n*ggas
This is ain't for no b*tches, this for real n*ggas

[Chorus: Meek Mill & Yo Gotti]
Real n*ggas at the top
Fake n*ggas at the bottom
And if you bring them pus*y n*ggas up with you
Better leave 'em where you got 'em
Top lookin' down, Top lookin' down
Top lookin' down, Top lookin' down
Real n*ggas at the top
Fake n*ggas at the bottom
And if you bring them pus*y n*ggas up with you
Better leave 'em where you got 'em
Top lookin' down, Top lookin' down
Top lookin' down, Top lookin' down

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Yeah, came through for the payback
Pulled up in a Maybach
Bought the Dawn, took the Wraith back
Wrist rocky like A$AP (bust down)
Bought the b*tch a lil' Birkin bag
That's my paper, let her taste that
Plain jane, that's thirty cash, all bust down we ain't playin' that
n*gga we lit, I’m in M.I.A
Thats your b*tch, knock her down she in my way (yea yeah)
Take a pic, she gon’ post it on her page (oh lord)
That's your b*tch, tell your hoe to close her legs (oh boy)
Count that paper with my eyes closed
Caught me with that b*tch and she went viral
Threw that pus*y at me like a spiral
Caught it like Odell Beckham young rich n*gga they can't check I'm on one
[Extended Pre-Chorus: Yo Gotti & Meek Mill]
Aye, we don't want them b*tches they some gold diggers (b*tch)
We don't do plain jane this sh*t for old n*ggas (bust down, bust down)
We bust down that Rollie just to show n*ggas (ha)
We bust down that Rollie, we don't owe n*ggas (no)
I got all the chains on like a field n*gga
I'm standing on these couches with my lil' n*ggas
I don't want no rap now, I don't feel n*ggas
This is ain't for no b*tches, this for real n*ggas

[Chorus: Meek Mill & Yo Gotti]
Real n*ggas at the top
Fake n*ggas at the bottom
And if you bring them pus*y n*ggas up with you
Better leave 'em where you got 'em
Top lookin' down, Top lookin' down
Top lookin' down, Top lookin' down
Real n*ggas at the top
Fake n*ggas at the bottom
And if you bring them pus*y n*ggas up with you
Better leave 'em where you got 'em
Top lookin' down, Top lookin' down
Top lookin' down, Top lookin' down
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