Top Floor
Shy Glizzy Lyrics

Hey Zay, hey Zay, hey Zay
Introducing Zay, the producer of this song

I'm really that nigga, yeah but you already know that
I'm a boss and I'm not afraid to brag about it

She seen that shit in real life, so she know that ain't no cap
People have seen with their own eyes that I am a boss, so they know I'm not lying

Hop out, they took my picture, flick, flick, that's a Kodak
I'm famous and people take my picture all the time

They say Jefe and Zay pack but where the fuck we go at? (Hey Zay)
People talk about me and Zay, but they don't know where we at

Seventy-five K today and that was just my lil' trap (yeah)
I made 75 thousand dollars today from my small drug operation

Mandem need they food, so we gotta keep the stove hot (yeah, yeah)
My guys need to make a living, so we have to keep selling drugs

Ran through that lil' hundo, know she tryna see some more racks (ran through it)
I spent a hundred thousand dollars quickly and now my girl wants to see me make more money

Top floor at the condo (top floor, uh), nigga, where the fuck your hoe at?
I'm living in luxury and want to know where your girl is, because she should be with me

Don't wanna be a thug no more, but she say it excite her (yeah)
I'm tired of this lifestyle, but my girl likes it so I continue

Bad lil' bitch from Baltimore, yeah she come from The Wire (Baltimore)
My girl is from Baltimore, like the TV show The Wire

Remember my nigga D.D. got convicted for the fire
My friend D.D. got arrested for setting a fire

We was on the block, they found it right under the tire (woo, woo-woo)
We were on the street and the police found evidence under a tire

Bitch if you don't take them clothes off, the fuck you mean you tired? (Take it off)
My girl needs to stop complaining and take her clothes off

Say you ride for my dawgs, know you's a muhfuckin' liar (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
You say you're loyal to my crew, but I know you're lying

Nigga you had a pass, but boy I think that shit expired (expired)
You used to be cool with us, but now I think we're done with you

Clean the dirty money, put it in the muhfuckin' dryer (ayy, ayy)
We launder our drug money to make it look like legitimate income

I can't fuck with stayin' low, told my nigga let's go (let's go)
I can't stay hidden and need to move on to bigger things

'Cause we really them niggas, yeah and everybody know (yeah)
We are truly successful and everyone knows it

Wanna shop? Okay, cool, hit me on my Metro (brr, brr)
If you want to buy something from me, hit me up on my cell phone

We got dog food, just like fuckin' pack off (ayy, free Ralo)
We have a lot of drugs to sell, just like our friend Ralo who is currently in prison

Tell me how you feelin'? (How you feelin'?)
Asking how someone is doing

My new bitch New Zealand (yeah, yeah)
Talking about his new girl from New Zealand

Started from the bottom, now now money in the ceillin' (In the ceillin')
I started with nothing and now I have so much money it's literally in the ceiling

Tryna catch up to me lil nigga that's gon' be a mission (yeah)
It's hard to compete with me and my level of success

Tryna fuck one of my bitch, lil' nigga you better get the peelin' (better get the peelin')
If you try to mess with my girl, you will face the consequences

I do not respect no man, with no badge (no)
I don't respect anyone with authority

Bitch we get a lot of money, that's spittin' facts (facts)
We make a lot of money and that's the truth

When I was broke, they thought it was funny, got the last laugh (haha, haha, ha)
People used to mock me when I was poor, but now I'm successful and they're not

I come through with that draco on me, and bust yo ass (brr, brr, brrr, brr)
I always carry a gun and I'm not afraid to use it

No mask
He doesn't wear a mask while committing crimes

Go fast (skrrt), hit the dash
He's driving a fast car

New Lamb' (vroom), paper tag
He's driving a new Lamborghini with a temporary license plate

I need, straight cash (yeah)
He wants to be paid in cash

Thousand gains, paper bags, stop hatin'
He makes thousands of dollars and puts the cash in paper bags

You mad (uh), lil' baby (God damn), she bad (God damn)
He's talking to a girl who is hot and someone is jealous of them

with me for the weekend, like Nav (God damn, God damn, God damn), hey
The girl is staying with him for the weekend, just like rapper Nav sings about in his song

Top floor of the condo (top floor), nigga, where the fuck your hoe at? (Young Jefe Holmes)
He's living in luxury and wants to know where your girl is, because she should be with him