[Intro]
Top Floor
Huh

[Chorus]
Smoking, everyday smoking
My exhaust burning, and my whip it fuckin' loaded
In this slime-green Lambo, you would think a n***a loaded
We got too many hoes comin' through, and they all goin'

[Verse]
Switch out the van, brand-new whips, we get 'em, then
I've been slidin', and slidin', and slidin' again
All my whips 21 or older, 22 Benz
All these n***as burnt out and old, pussy 2010's
I like the Maybach, shawty like wise European
Check my closet, everything I fuckin' got is European
I'm first place to the cash, and they last
I go pedal to the metal, bitch, I press the fuckin' gas
I see backseat black truck Cadillac, it's classic
Should I Mansory the G-Wagon truck or go Brabus?
My SRT American, my brand-new bae Arabian
My other bae, she comin' straight from Spain, speak different languages
Different types of pointers on my wrist, they look so elegant
I wanted my shit to go a lil' faster, bought the AMG
I'm the Top Floor Boss, lil' baby know I'm havin' leverage
Comin' through with all these diamonds on, these n***as hatin' me
Before I hit the stage, can I get my paper, please?
And they say my swag so brazy, they must be lacin' me
I like Italy, most of my jeans Japanese
We got Nissan Skylines and all different things
We got different whips to choose from every day like some sneaks
Tryna talk? Imma charge you a fee, I'm not cheap
[Chorus]
Smoking, everyday smoking
My exhaust burning, and my whip it fuckin' loaded
In this slime-green Lambo, you would think a n***a loaded
We got too many hoes comin' through, and they all goin'