Top 5

[Intro]
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

[Verse 1]
The way I'm ballin', they gon' have to put me up on Sports Center
Got all my haters mad 'cause they know I'm a racks spender
Told myself I’ll be the man, nigga, that was last winter
Look myself in the mirror and said, "Don't ever get off track nigga"
I can fuck a nigga bitch then fuck another after that (Facts)
Keep it real with you, you couldn't make it out my habitat (Nah)
Drippin' money, I'm havin' that
Shawty sucked this dick and cleaned it up like a laundromat
Said I was gone be a star and niggas used to laugh at that
Told her, "Count that money up," and now a nigga stackin' that
Niggas actin' like they know me, they don't know how my life was
I'm tweakin' off, my nigga, but I still gotta buzz
How you think your bitch a saint? She sucked my dick inside the club
I been ballin', putting up W’s like I'm Ghostface
Niggas think they hot 'til they get turned into a cold-case
I’m just one nigga, but all my bitches, they go both ways
Every day I wake up, pray to God and hope for my place

[Chorus]
Wallah, you ain't getting shit from me (Wallah)
I'm top five, gotta keep the blick on me (Top five)
Go outside, I know all the fans love me (Uh)
I'm top five and I keep the bands on me (Yeah, yeah, top five)
Yeah, Wallah, they been talkin' shit on me (Shit)
I'm top five, so they call me big homie (Big)
Yeah, top five, and I'm having Rick on me (Rick)
Yeah, top five, and I got ya bitch on me (Uh)

[Verse 2]
Ridin' in a Benz, I don't got no time for fake friends (Yeah)
Ballin' like I'm Jordan, Space Jam (Space Jam)
And I used to sell grams (Yeah)
Stash inside my waist band (Stash)
I remember skipping turn styles at the station (Woah)
Made it to the top, I was rappin' down in the basement (Yeah)
I can never fail, niggas tellin' lies, tellin' fairytales (Tales)
Payin' for my bitches nails, and I bought some new Chanel (Chanel)
Wavy like I'm Max B (Yeah), I'm screamin' "Free Biggavel"
And I got a castle for a crib, that shit a citadel
Yeah, I'm going to Heaven, but I'm still gon' give these niggas hell
Got this bad bitch from London, her favorite singer is Adele
Threw my dick in her pussy like a quarter in a wishing well
Hit her once and wished her well (Wish her well)
I ain't never going to tell (Nah)
If it's beef, then at me nigga
I just hope I bump into him, I ain't talking 'bout no ache nigga
Yeah, I ain't talking bout no ache nigga, pussy
Fuck you talking 'bout, nigga? Pull up

[Chorus]
Wallah, you ain't getting shit from me (Wallah)
I'm top five, gotta keep the blick on me (Top five)
Go outside, I know all the fans love me (Love me)
I'm top five and I keep the bands on me (Yeah, yeah, top five)
Yeah, Wallah, they been talkin' shit on me (Wallah, shit)
I'm top five, so they call me big homie
Yeah, top five, and I'm having Rick on me
Yeah, top five, and I got ya bitch on me (Uh)

[Outro]
Yeah, top five, yeah
Top five, yeah, top five
Shawty tryna kill these niggas