Top Lookin Down

I leave nothing on the table, I'm a greedy a nigga
 Shout my young bull word to my Philly niggas
 My new young bitch said she been fucking ball players
 You see me 'round some niggas know they all real
 Club lit, club lit
 Stevie J bring the record back
 Kids Ttipping this dope (Trip)
 Where the fuck my banger At
 Stevie J dropped OOUU OOUU
 Why the fuck he ain't think of that
 Niggas thinkin' we cool, naw nigga ain't none of that
 Yeah, 50 bars tell him run it back
 Real nigga in real life, you a real nigga on the internet
 Real problems, had real issues in the real streets on real crack
 Fake niggas having fake issues, all you hatin' niggas put a end to that
 Nothing but killers in my session, this shit Deathrow
 Bought a Rollie on my extras, left tho
 I be getting to the money ain't no plan B
 I be goin' so hard they try to ban me
 Aye, look your MCM all in my section tryna take a selfie
 I won't give that pussy back they say I'm acting selfish
 I made 20 million dollars ain't shit you can tell me
 Gave my life to the streets, I hope that shit don't fail me
 A million dollar smell like some new cologne
 That bitch ain't bad if she ain't did it on her own
 Patek Philipe and I can't even set the date
 Buyin' time but I'm still runnin' late
 I got all the chains on like a field nigga
 I'm standing on these couches with my lil' niggas
 I don't want no rap now, I don't feel niggas
 This is ain't for no bitches, this for real niggas
 Real niggas at the top
 Fake niggas at the bottom
 And if you bring them pussy niggas up with you
 Better leave 'em where you got 'em
 Top lookin' down, Top lookin' down
 Top lookin' down, Top lookin' down
 Real niggas at the top
 Fake niggas at the bottom
 And if you bring them pussy niggas up with you
 Better leave 'em where you got 'em
 Top lookin' down, Top lookin' down
 Top lookin' down, Top lookin' down
 Yeah, came through for the payback
 Pulled up in a Maybach
 Bought the Dawn, took the Wraith back
 Wrist rocky like A$AP (bust down)
 Bought the bitch a lil' Birkin bag
 That's my paper, let her taste that
 Plain jane, that's thirty cash, all bust down we ain't playin' that
 Nigga we lit, I'm in M.I.A
 Thats your bitch, knock her down she in my way (yea yeah)
 Take a pic, she gon' post it on her page (oh lord)
 That's your bitch, tell your hoe to close her legs (oh boy)
 Count that paper with my eyes closed
 Caught me with that bitch and she went viral
 Threw that pussy at me like a spiral
 Caught it like Odell Beckham young rich nigga they can't check I'm on one
 Aye, we don't want them bitches they some gold diggers (bitch)
 We don't do plain jane this shit for old niggas (bust down, bust down)
 We bust down that Rollie just to show niggas (ha)
 We bust down that Rollie, we don't owe niggas (no)
 I got all the chains on like a field nigga
 I'm standing on these couches with my lil' niggas
 I don't want no rap now, I don't feel niggas
 This is ain't for no bitches, this for real niggas
 Real niggas at the top
 Fake niggas at the bottom
 And if you bring them pussy niggas up with you
 Better leave 'em where you got 'em
 Top lookin' down, Top lookin' down
 Top lookin' down, Top lookin' down
 Real niggas at the top
 Fake niggas at the bottom
 And if you bring them pussy niggas up with you
 Better leave 'em where you got 'em
 Top lookin' down, Top lookin' down
 Top lookin' down, Top lookin' down