[Chorus]
Huh, baby, it's the Top Floor Boss
Huh, I got some swag in my walk, huh
Huh, I got some swag in my closet, bitch
I was just broke, now I'm so damn rich
Think these n***as sweet 'cause they stay on my dick
Nah, n***a can't touch my bitch
Huh, these n***as ain't down wit' the clique
Huh, my chain and my wrist so lit
Shawty know I'm a vamp and she tryna get bit
Huh, it's only the truth when I spit it
If you walk in my spot, you see so many sticks
Glocks, ARP's, FN's
Got pounds on the counter and pints in the fridge
I got so many jeans and they all so flared
I blow money everyday, you would think it was Christmas

[Verse 1]
Huh, yeah, that's just how we livin'
Top Floor lifestyle, baby, I'm a villain
I do it real big, real pop shitter
Look at all this drip I'm spillin'
Look at all the drip I spilt
I got water, I don't got milk
All these n***as dead, I killed 'em
Me and my bros break bread, we split it
I already know if she bad, I hit it
I already know if it's bool, I did it
I already know if it's black, I got it
All these drugs and these narcotics
Talkin' 'bout a movie, we shot it
Talkin' 'bout all these hoes, we got 'em
Talkin' 'bout gas, I'm smokin' exotic
Talkin' 'bout fashion, shawty, I got it
Yeah, shawty, I got it
I don't need no help, I got it
Oh, you want that? I got it
Somebody watch your back, I got it
Yeah, all this shit I'm poppin', I'm an astronaut takin' off like rockets
Yeah, and I'm out in Houston, ballin' hard, baby, but I'm no Rocket
[Chorus]
Huh, baby, it's the Top Floor Boss
Huh, I got some swag in my walk
Huh, I got some swag in my closet, bitch
I was just broke, now I'm so damn rich
Think these n***as sweet 'cause they stay on my dick
Nah, n***a can't touch my bitch
Huh, these n***as ain't down wit' the clique
Huh, my chain and my wrist so lit
Shawty know I'm a vamp and she tryna get bit
Huh, it's only the truth when I spit it
If you walk in my spot, you see so many sticks
Glocks, ARP's, FN's
Got pounds on the counter and pints in the fridge
I got so many jeans and they all so flared
I blow money everyday you would think it was Christmas

[Verse 2]
Hol' up, I gotta switch my fit
Hol' up, I gotta switch my bitch, a new shawty
I gotta switch that pistol, she swallow every time she suck my dick
Yeah, and all these n***as my kids, huh, but I don't got no BM
Yeah, ask your ho' 'bout Lonely, huh, she gon' say he him
Uh, baby, I'm the fashion demon, yeah, and I'm ready to pop a seal
I'm ready to pop a bitch, I'm the look killa, I'm ready to catch a kill
How you gon' think you it, you stealin' my swag, lil' n***a, just be for real
I been gettin' so damn rich, I can't be sad, yeah, n***a, yeah-yeah, for real
Yeah, go get a bag, for real, you gotta go get a bag, for real
I used to get all my tees from goodwill and now I pop tags, for real
I just gave my freak a lil' pill, now she ready to catch a kill
I just put the devil on all my whips, I'm talkin' 'bout Forgi' wheels
[Chorus]
Huh, baby, it's the Top Floor Boss
Huh, I got some swag in my walk
Huh, I got some swag in my closet, bitch
I was just broke, now I'm so damn rich
Think these n***as sweet 'cause they stay on my dick
Nah, n***a can't touch my bitch
Huh, these n***as ain't down wit' the clique
Huh, my chain and my wrist so lit
Shawty know I'm a vamp and she tryna get bit
Huh, it's only the truth when I spit it
If you walk in my spot, you see so many sticks
Glocks, ARP's, FN's
Got pounds on the counter and pints in the fridge
I got so many jeans and they all so flared
I blow money everyday you would think it was Christmas