Top Floor

[Instrumental]

[Intro: The Jacka]
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Jack!

[Verse 1: The Jacka]
In a Bentley Azure
No way that you can be cool
And your girl wanna see my house, but I never will show her
She do a lot of shit for me but I never do for her
I'm a M-A-C baby, who just reach for the stars
It's the J-A-C
Maybe we could go fuck
I'm just gracing your pier, though, yep, I'm still learning
You'll never know real dough like I know money
I love it for real, yo; it just keep coming
I'm purchasing real dro at a cool number
Ship it to MI...or Arizona...or NY
Just out her tryna be someone
Just got a new car baby, believe me, it's a dumb one
You love me for it
So much papеr, I never show it
The liquor storе don't got Ace of Spades?
Well, bitch, where the bo at? Pour it up
At every event, I'm showing up
Leaning hard as fuck, repping the mob, just throw it up

[Hook]
Like to bounce top floor, I wanna go
Oh, oh, oh
Ay, ay
Diamond in the black
Don't check a Plymouth
Nope, the money won't stop
No, no, no
Ay, ay

[Verse 2: Laroo]
Let the pros top floor
I see the bright lights
I wanna go
Toast to the hood life
Post by my hard top
Sports call the boy Rock
Off to my winter lodge; it's better like A-Rod
Credit card situation looking so grown
That's a move, comma, comma; the money long
Ralph Lauren up top, Blue 01s
Sliding in my 09, talking to my young son
Muscle on road trips, shows, and verse licks
Rap police taking flicks, it happens quick
See, the life of a rapstar is beneficial
My Italians hug both cheeks, they kiss you
Controversial, affiliated with conflict
Vice versa, I tell the size is with the shit
I pray for you cause you the prey, I stay in neutral
Chasing money the only thing a nigga into

[Hook]
Like to bounce top floor, I wanna go
Oh, oh, oh
Ay, ay
Diamond in the black
Don't check a Plymouth
Nope, the money won't stop
No, no, no
Ay, ay

[Verse 3: Fed-X]
Lights out, ain't no need to talk
We throw it in the air, show em what our money bout
I'm in a G5, it's me and J. Klyde
Fuck it, we high siding, and want to live our life
They hate the way we shine, they blinded by the ice
My Jacob tells the time
I'm always on the grind
I got 100 thousand buried that you'll never find
But your wife mouth sucking on my Johnson
All because she really like the foreign
It's getting boring
So I take her chips, smack her in the face, then get rid of the bitch
He's mad removing weight? I might shoot him then
I'm in the Euro Benz with my next of kin
The Privilege Hen got your boy drunk driving
The navigation tryna tell me where to find them
And if they talking big money, then I'm all in

[Hook]
Like to bounce top floor, I wanna go
Oh, oh, oh
Ay, ay
Diamond in the black
Don't check a Plymouth
Nope, the money won't stop
No, no, no
Ay, ay

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