Nipsey Hussle - Top Floor lyrics

Yeah, now one time for this fast money
And all these out of state
Promoters spending cash on me
If fly crippin' was the country, im the flag
Niggas still talking bad but they got
They whole swag from me
And I wish a nigga would try and pass on me
AR-15 in a damier bag homie
Im getting racks
I ain't tryna make a rap homie
I fuck with who I fuck
With and that's that homie (yeah)
100 thousand on my chain and piece
Bitches love to see you shine and I aim to
Please this world turned a nigga violent
But I came in peace
And keep it real until I kill this game
I just ain't complete
She ain't gone make it to the
Suite if she ain't a freak
Get crackin' in the backseat so


She ain't for me
She tried to hit me that wait and see
Told her hope out and get a blunt
Then I got in the breeze
That type of shit that make me laugh brody
And I ain't met a bitch yet
That can swag on me
Mascara tracks but she asked for em
Now I just home she got some cab money

Now am I out here on my grind? that's fasho
Mind on my money, seven days twenty-fo
Don't fuck with dumb niggas
I don't fuck with bum hoes
It ain't nothing to be done out
Here that I ain't done before
Teach you niggas how to ball
Show you what to do with dough
Get everything you want then go
Back and get some mo
Can you relate? just let me know
If you ain't afraid of heights
Meet me on the top floor here I go

Look now two times for these pink slips
And all these bossy ass deals
That we inked in
And ain't no playing with me, I got a 80 20
That mean my shit sell any
They gon pay me plenty
It's strictly business in this game
Still they faking friendly
Don't let em take advantage of you
And it make em envy
Got it so a rap nigga never make a millie
With Nipsey though a middle man'll
Never make a penny (YOP)
I'm going hard like I'm 'posed to
And I ain't hanging out with money
That's what hoes do
We poppin' Clicquot at the condo
With the cold view
From hanging out the window poppin'
Pistols out the old school
And I ain't blessing near nigga
Kill ya own food
Sacrfice your own years, pay ya own dues
Sell ya own pounds, buy ya own Pro Tools
Do it like I did it
Drop your nuts and make your own moves

Now am I out here on my grind? that's fasho
Mind on my money, seven days twenty-fo
Don't fuck with dumb niggas
I don't fuck with bum hoes
It ain't nothing to be done out
Here that I ain't done before
Teach you niggas how to ball
Show you what to do with dough
Get everything you want then go
Back and get some mo
Can you relate? just let me know
If you ain't afraid of heights
Meet me on the top floor here I go

See I been on my grind, way too many years
To let these fake rapping niggas
Act like they my peers
I seen em rolling dice
Crap out and disappear
Say pressure bust a pipe and make
A diamond and it's clear
Im nothing like them niggas telling
Lies in your ears
See me I really shed blood, sweat and tears
That's why everything you see
Match everything you hear
And nothing last forever so enjoy
Me while im here clear
Here I go, say here I go, uh

Now am I out here on my grind? that's fasho
Mind on my money, seven days twenty-fo
Don't fuck with dumb niggas
I don't fuck with bum hoes
It ain't nothing to be done out
Here that I ain't done before
Teach you niggas how to ball
Show you what to do with dough
Get everything you want then go
Back and get some mo
Can you relate? just let me know
If you ain't afraid of heights
Meet me on the top floor here I go