Top Floor lyrics

[Intro: Quilly]

Uh, Uh. Yeah, it's "Quilly 3" n*gga. Huh?
Don't ever let a n*gga tell you what you can't do
Ha, that n*gga just a hater. Negative energy
Get em away from you. Ha, stay focused
Stay focused n*gga, stay positive

[Verse 1: Quilly]

I'm at the top floor lookin' down
Thinkin "should I sh*t on n*ggas' that ain't hold me down?"
Look at me, f*ck n*ggas', let em hold a round
When you're wavy as Quilly, you ain't suppose to drown
When your heart filled wit anger, n*gga you're suppose to frown
I'm bringin all my baddest b*tches, 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 f*cked up boyfriend; great baby father
I used to overthink my dreams like they was never real
I took that sh*t from Haines Street to Beverly Hills
Shoppin' at the Beverly center
f*ckin b*tches named Beverly
Purple heavily.Seein' sh*t I ain't never see
This b*tch 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 n*ggas' throwin' shots
I just fade away
Take a trip, haha, I'm like f*ck it, take your b*tch
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 sh*t bigger than your block, go f*ck up the globe
Life told "stay focused boy, go get on your mode"
My life a movie, sit back and watch the episodes
Less n*ggas', 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 bast*rd
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
f*ckin' wit my day 1's, today and tomorrow
You don't even owe me sh*t, 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" n*gga
Yeah! 3rd time around n*gga
Uh, uh. Aw! don't take my adlibs either
Haha, keep all that, keep all that, we rollin'