Wiley, Cam’ron, Gudda Gudda, Problem, J.R. Writer - Lonely lyrics

Now we living good had a couple hit's
Still find me in the hood
Rolling with a couple chicks
Everyday I go to work
Because ain't nobody owe me
People wonder what it's like there
They saying "Hey, can you show me?'"
I tell them at the top it's lonely
I tell them at the top it's lonely

At the top it's lonely as fuck, Problem
Diamond Lane
Yeah, what, hell yeah it is, shit
But, I'd rather be lonely than broke
I'm bubbling like fish, boy
Heavy if I care about a bitch
Shit, It's all about my squad
Diamond Lane, my gang, working hoes like jobs
You remember '010 when the boy got robbed
Tell her I'm in a strip club
I throw it up like live
Bitch catch it, hoe get naked, fast
There's money in my future, everything else
Pass like yeah, yeah so behind me
Girls got me so gone you can't even find me
Practice origami, I work that paper
Hoe I'm out the eighties, so hit my pager
If you trying to fuck with a nigga like me
Especially if your pussy sweeter
Than iced tea

Now we living good had a couple hit's
Still find me in the hood
Rolling with a couple chicks
Everyday I go to work
Because ain't nobody owe me
People wonder what it's like there
They saying "Hey, can you show me?'"
I tell them at the top it's lonely
I tell them at the top it's lonely

Overtime, I go to work
You know the grind, I own the first
Always shy, the shorties' thirst
How she know the rhyme
You would think she wrote the verse
True shit, true fit
You don't hear me dirty nigga, get a Q-tip
I'm all hood, all about
Your new bitch (What?)
Getting wood in the mouth, toothpick
I do this, you clueless
I ain't the one that you
Should wanna fool with
I'm a fool, bitch, with a full clip
That'll make a fool click and do a full flip
Right, still heavy in the heights
Henny on ice, semi on tight
I got a nigga that'll set them on sight
And yeah, I used to get it off white

Now we living good had a couple hit's
Still find me in the hood
Rolling with a couple chicks
Everyday I go to work
Because ain't nobody owe me
People wonder what it's like there
They saying "Hey, can you show me?'"
I tell them at the top it's lonely
I tell them at the top it's lonely

Ain't nothing just chillin'
Sitting on top of the money I'm gettin'
Leaning in the coupe sitting sideways
In the road to the riches in my highway
Getting money from London and New Orleans
Underground legend
I'm none of these new 'all this'
(Phone rings) that's your girl, nigga
I hit her once and cut her
Off like a bad signal yMCMB Gudda
Add another Gudda now you gotta
Pay me double man
Give me 50 feet because I'm
A hand full of trouble
I'm just trying to double up my paper
On the double eastside, boy we in this bitch
Got a toilet bowl flow, man I been that shit
Nina on me, iced in that clip
Because on the streets or the beat
I can send that heat

Now we living good had a couple hit's
Still find me in the hood
Rolling with a couple chicks
Everyday I go to work
Because ain't nobody owe me
People wonder what it's like there
They saying "Hey, can you show me?'"
I tell them at the top it's lonely
I tell them at the top it's lonely

In the building it's K-K-Killa
Fifty dutches rolled up, off vanilla
Hand the weed like a chinchilla, fly
No propellers
Wine, in the cellar, Ciroc, the sun fellas
House cards, for years I done did it fam
Need money lessons? Get a kid
Papi dropped off a hunnit
Cook it up picture perfect, Instagrams
And the work is out, my
Mistress and my girlfriend arguing
Told them work it out
You could battle on your knees, twerk it out
Or you could battle on your knees
Slurp it out in the winter they could chill
On my right arm
Get a G eventually, snake skin, python
Fists in the air, right arm
Come enjoy some ice nights and right arms

Now we living good had a couple hit's
Still find me in the hood
Rolling with a couple chicks
Everyday I go to work
Because ain't nobody owe me
People wonder what it's like there
They saying "Hey, can you show me?'"
I tell them at the top it's lonely
I tell them at the top it's lonely