Top 5 lyrics

[Intro]
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

[Verse 1]
The way I'm ballin', they gon' have to put me up on Sports Center
Got all my haters mad 'cause they know I'm a racks spender
Told myself I’ll be the man, n*gga, that was last winter
Look myself in the mirror and said, "Don't ever get off track n*gga"
I can f*ck a n*gga b*tch then f*ck another after that (Facts)
Keep it real with you, you couldn't make it out my habitat (Nah)
Drippin' money, I'm havin' that
Shawty sucked this di*k and cleaned it up like a laundromat
Said I was gone be a star and n*ggas used to laugh at that
Told her, "Count that money up," and now a n*gga stackin' that
n*ggas actin' like they know me, they don't know how my life was
I'm tweakin' off, my n*gga, but I still gotta buzz
How you think your b*tch a saint? She sucked my di*k inside the club
I been ballin', putting up W’s like I'm Ghostface
n*ggas think they hot 'til they get turned into a cold-case
I’m just one n*gga, but all my b*tches, they go both ways
Every day I wake up, pray to God and hope for my place

[Chorus]
Wallah, you ain't getting sh*t from me (Wallah)
I'm top five, gotta keep the blick on me (Top five)
Go outside, I know all the fans love me (Uh)
I'm top five and I keep the bands on me (Yeah, yeah, top five)
Yeah, Wallah, they been talkin' sh*t on me (sh*t)
I'm top five, so they call me big homie (Big)
Yeah, top five, and I'm having Rick on me (Rick)
Yeah, top five, and I got ya b*tch on me (Uh)
[Verse 2]
Ridin' in a Benz, I don't got no time for fake friends (Yeah)
Ballin' like I'm Jordan, Space Jam (Space Jam)
And I used to sell grams (Yeah)
Stash inside my waist band (Stash)
I remember skipping turn styles at the station (Woah)
Made it to the top, I was rappin' down in the basement (Yeah)
I can never fail, n*ggas tellin' lies, tellin' fairytales (Tales)
Payin' for my b*tches nails, and I bought some new Chanel (Chanel)
Wavy like I'm Max B (Yeah), I'm screamin' "Free Biggavel"
And I got a castle for a crib, that sh*t a citadel
Yeah, I'm going to Heaven, but I'm still gon' give these n*ggas hell
Got this bad b*tch from London, her favorite singer is Adele
Threw my di*k in her pus*y like a quarter in a wishing well
Hit her once and wished her well (Wish her well)
I ain't never going to tell (Nah)
If it's beef, then at me n*gga
I just hope I bump into him, I ain't talking 'bout no ache n*gga
Yeah, I ain't talking bout no ache n*gga, pus*y
f*ck you talking 'bout, n*gga? Pull up

[Chorus]
Wallah, you ain't getting sh*t from me (Wallah)
I'm top five, gotta keep the blick on me (Top five)
Go outside, I know all the fans love me (Love me)
I'm top five and I keep the bands on me (Yeah, yeah, top five)
Yeah, Wallah, they been talkin' sh*t on me (Wallah, sh*t)
I'm top five, so they call me big homie
Yeah, top five, and I'm having Rick on me
Yeah, top five, and I got ya b*tch on me (Uh)
[Outro]
Yeah, top five, yeah
Top five, yeah, top five
Shawty tryna kill these n*ggas