Hit-Boy
Up Top
[Intro]
Up top, can't drop down
Told the homies, "Don't look around, it's just us now"

[Chorus]
Up top, can't drop down
Told the homies, "Don't look around, it's just us now"
Got a Plain Jane, cost more than a bustdown

[Verse 1]
Let's be honest, shit I did on Ellen (Wait)
Bipolar Syndrome kickin' in off what I'm inhalin'
What he gon' do now? Ain't no tellin'
Six foot, on the money, I be 6'11" (Yeah)
Jumpin' out the three, man it's now or never
Never, never goin' home, never, never
What we did was off the record
Just had a deep thought in my cerebellum
Baby, wrist, ridin' round, we gon' take the risk
Ass and tits on 84s, that shit hard to miss
Call Teyana, told her I'ma need a Fade2Fit
I'ma break the club, bouncer make the membership
On a summer day, don't forget to bring the Haze
I'ma pull up where you stay, at my crib
Where you stay, when we out, no PDA
MMA for the dawgs, better days
[Chorus]
Up top, can't drop down
Told the dawgs, "Don't look around, it's just us now"
Got a Plain Jane, cost more than a bustdown

[Verse 2]
Up top, can you do that there?
Out in L.A. when I do that there
Slidin' two foreigns, how you do that there?
Who that there? That be young Scott in that new Audere
Who would dare pull up on a new La Flare?
Young Lenny Kravitz, but with longer hair
I'm still a boss, but without the beard
MMA, better days and better years