SolidBoy & CuzFrmThird - Top Floor

Top floor sitting bands on the pool table
Dollars everywhere
Hit up Square catch a new angle
If I catch a opp
Swear to God it's up, he grabbed a new angel
Married to the block, bitch I'm too faithful
And I ain't cheating on my baby, no
She play you but she pay me though
And lil' cuz on standby with the Drakeo
And we only smoke fire, no oregano
Don't say it's smoke, you know I'm chiefing
She open up her mind to me, think she a genius
Bring a friend, like my hoes even
For some odd reason
She a Hell angel she came with a demon
Lord have mercy
Man that face full was graceful, I'm feeling lucky
Brodie pull up on you, serving out a Town & Country
I cut connections with these hoes
I'm outta bounds quit tryna fuck me
Dreaming 'bout the hills
I don't want no neighbors
Niggas in the city getting killed for getting paper
Man you gotta hide the notebooks from the crooks
Cuz the risks we be taking can get our freedom took
I'm allergic to them courtrooms and them cells
Police the real pandemic, we so sick of 12
And will you even hear my voice if I go to vote
'Til then I ride my own wave, keep my boat afloat
Motorboat these niggas bitches, nigga why lie
Swing the cannon to my brother, nigga wild out
Niggas say they scamming
Never got the pape to bond out
Said that she can suck it with no hands
I'm tryna find out
I'm finna relocate, send my location
You can fly out
We gon' take the Dussé back to back
Then back to my house
I ain't gotta trick, I got flavor
Catch one off the hip, he disabled
Top floor sitting bands on the pool table
Dollars everywhere
Hit up Square catch a new angle
If I catch a opp
Swear to God it's up, he grabbed a new angel
Married to the block, bitch I'm too faithful
And I ain't cheating on my baby, no
She play you but she pay me though
And lil' cuz on standby with the Drakeo
And we only smoke fire, no oregano

Written by:
Cahvon Campbell, Tajh Donaldson

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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