Tana - ​top floor flow lyrics

Steven Lewis

[Tana - ​top floor flow lyrics]

Yeah, what, yeah
I'm with my brothers, we run it up
(Yeah, what, skrrt)
I'm with my brothers, we run
(Yeah, yeah, let's go)
I want money, let's go
I want money, let's go
I want money, let's go , yeah, yeah

I'm with my brothers, we run it up
My bitch bad, don't need a tummy tuck
I got them racks on me, gotta thumb it up
He try to run, nigga, you dumb
Hop on a flight, first class for fun'
Bitch finna shake her ass or somethin'
He tryna run real fast, he done
Know a lil' red head guy with a gun
I got two phones, I'm keepin' a plug
I get the green like it's Saint Patrick
I hit a lick, your pockets abandoned
I'm rockin' shit that you
Ain't even heard of
Yeah, it's Saint Laurеnt, Kio
Huh, Louis Vuitton, yeah, let's go
Buy what you want, yeah, hoе
It don't matter the cost, get him, huh
Huh uh, uh uh, uh uh, bitch, I'm a boss
Play with my money, I'm cuttin' you off
Play with my money
I'm cuttin' your lights out
That bitch, she lookin', so
Back to the basics
I get some Gucci I think I might buy more
I keep that strap on me just like a dyke
I fuck your bitch and I tell her
"Goodnight"

I'm with my brothers, we run it up
(Yeah! Yeah)
My bitch bad, don't need a tummy tuck
(Yeah! Yeah)
I want racks, I'm finna run it up
(Yeah! Yeah) just don't ask, why, I brought
My gun in here, Ayy
(Yeah! Yeah)
I'm with my brothers we double cup
I'm sippin' drank, you sippin' monkey nuts
I want the top, I don't wanna fuckin' fuck
I don't wanna talk if
It ain't 'bout money, Bro
I'm tryna run it up (Yeah)
Don't waste my time
I just wanna fuckin' nut (Yeah)
Hit from the back, I put my thumb in her
(Yeah)
Spendin' a bag on my lil' brother, yeah
(Yeah)

I'm with my brothers, we run it up
My bitch bad, don't need a tummy tuck
I got them racks on me, gotta thumb it up
He try to run, nigga, you dumb
Hop on a flight, first class for fun'
Bitch finna shake her ass or somethin'
He tryna run real fast, he done
Know a lil' red head guy with a gun
I got two phones, I'm keepin' a plug
I get the green like it's Saint Patrick
I hit a lick, your pockets abandoned
I'm rockin' shit that you
Ain't even heard of
Yeah, it's Saint Laurent, Kio
Huh, Louis Vuitton, yeah, let's go
Buy what you want, yeah, hoe
It don't matter the cost, get him, huh
Huh uh, uh uh, uh uh, bitch, I'm a boss
Play with my money, I'm cuttin' you off
Play with my money
I'm cuttin' your lights out
That bitch, she lookin', so
Back to the basics
I get some Gucci I think I might buy more
I keep that strap on me just like a dyke
I fuck your bitch and I tell her
"Goodnight"

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