Top Floor (feat. MELOH & The Quiett) - TOIL

I told my momma I swear on my mama We gonna make it to the top floor I told my momma I swear on my mama We gonna make it to the top floor She want Gabbana Get her dripping in designer She want Gabbana Get her dripping in designer I told my momma I swear on my mama We gonna make it to the top floor I told my momma I swear on my mama We gonna make it to the top floor She want Gabbana Get her dripping in designer She want Gabbana Get her dripping in designer I just want racks For an ap I saw the price And it's making me day dream I fantasize about making it daily You fantasize about making a baby Cop me a coupe I just want a Mercedes Rounding the the troops And we making it crazy Back in the stu When you niggas try play me I never knew When you niggas gon pay me I pull up with the stick You pull up with the clique Cause you niggas would die for the Damn clout I be hitting lick I be taking your chick Running up on the bank and we cash Out I be making it flip I don't need an assist Counting up all the racks in the trap house I be take a hit When she sit on the tip Sucking all of my soul in her damn mouth On the low low Counting the blessing yeah yeah No photos When she start undressing yeah yeah She want promo When she start confessing yeah yeah Screaming yolo When she start expressing yeah yeah I told my momma I swear on my mama We gonna make it to the top floor I told my momma I swear on my mama We gonna make it to the top floor She want Gabbana Get her dripping in designer She want Gabbana Get her dripping in designer I told my momma I swear on my mama We gonna make it to the top floor I told my momma I swear on my mama We gonna make it to the top floor She want Gabbana Get her dripping in designer She want Gabbana Get her dripping in designer

Run that back, Turbo Wheezy outta here Jumped out of a wave right into a daze It can wreck your life, you gotta think twice Put it together, the color I like Know it look better whenever enticed Prada, blue leather, whatever her vice (Okay) Amount to, ooh, ooh Too toxic (Toxic), ooh, ooh Wavy, not vibin' (Vibin'), ooh, ooh I'm so surrounded ('Rounded), ooh Yeah, let's go High in the sky, they can't reach (High) Fly with a style that's unique (Fly) Ride LaFerraris (Ferraris) I came out the mud like the cleats Float like Muhammad Ali (Yeah) Wave, I was born in a sea (Wave) Life of the party (Life of the party) Miami, we had to start it (We had to start it) I feed her, we eatin' calamari Drip on these suckers, sorry, I'm not sorry Order the PJ, I'm flyin' to Maui One of one, only get VLONE from Bari (VLONE from Bari) She came with me once, had a wonderful day Bitch wrote a book and put me in her diary We fucked on a boat, I'm a pirate (Pirate) Admit it, I know you admire it (Admire it) My diamonds dance like parade (Parade) Matte black Aventador, same color shades (Shade) Earn your promotion, I'll give you a raise (Raise) Poured up some potion, feel intoxicated Float like the ocean, young Gunna go crazy Tropical bitches, her hair wet and wavy Put a big double M on my Mercedes Got me some millions, no minimum wagin' (Okay) Amount to, ooh, ooh Too toxic (Toxic), ooh, ooh Wavy, not vibin' (Vibin'), ooh, ooh I'm so surrounded ('Rounded), ooh Top floor (Yeah) Elevator entrance, not doors Only thing above us is outdoors Took her down to Houston to the chachos Took a million and started a bank Top of the floor, man, it came with the rink And you're welcome come party, the hell did you think? Juggle the beats how I juggle the fame And I gobble the pain when I swallow this drank I grow my own gas in the back of the farm Need the cover of Time so my haters believers I ran through these seasons with centerfold pieces Flip the promoter just like we do pizza Just run me my cheese, we don't wanna go grease ya Hotline (Okay), turn the pipeline to a lifeline Amount to, ooh, ooh Too toxic (Toxic), ooh, ooh Wavy, not vibin' (Vibin'), ooh, ooh I'm so surrounded ('Rounded), ooh Yeah, let's go

Can you feel it? Feel it? Oh First class help you in the game like a free throw Fill my bank up with cash, my glass with Clicquot You ain't gotta tell your friends what we talk about or the places we go You're mine for the night, your man try and repo Work nights, never sleep so you think she got no job Go to school durin' the week, on the weekend, we go hard Live so large, let you go tear down the mall like it's your card It's no problem, go 'head, sing it, girl, this is your song, oh Started out out slow 'Cause no matter how much she gets, she wants more, girl Now we on the top floor Holdin' on tight, you ain't lettin' go Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Feel it? Oh Nothing you can tell us, they get jealous when we show up Make you feel like a little girl again but fuck you like a grown up High as you can be, it's like the dream you never woke from My life's like a movie, get ready for your close-up Pour a bottle and toast up Your man in your phone, tryin' to see what your plans is So what? You still turn up my songs soon as they playin' it Know what the sound is, money talks and you ain't sayin' shit I'mma call you soon as I land Probably roll some weed, ride up on the beach while you tan Party every week and you hardly would speak But now you got my phone takin' pictures Laughin', smokin', chillin', yeah Started out out slow 'Cause no matter how much she gets, she wants more, girl Now we on the top floor Holdin' on tight, you ain't lettin' go Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Feel it? We don't hear nobody talk Probably 'cause we're in the sky, sky, sky, sky When we really take off And I tell her, hold on 'cause she say she never been this high We don't hear nobody talk Probably 'cause we're in the sky, sky, sky, sky When we really take off And I tell her, hold on 'cause she say she never been this high