Top Floor (feat. Blitz)

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King D3rty

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Elevator on the way up to the top floor
Elevating like Rodman on the backboard
Catch me overseas, somewhere you need a passport
In something foreign with 200 on the dashboard

You could catch me riding high in a plane or a jet
Gotta fill it up with chickens and they feeling my shit
Costa Rica bound, boy, got a Cuban on my neck
Bank roll got commas, ain't no stopping me yet
Get the check

Yeah, let them have it
Boy flexing like a Randy Savage
Blitz went from the projects to the palace
Take clips of my life, no malice
Stunting like Jackie Chan don't lose my balance
Big acres, you can tell from the fountains
Not the city, but somewhere up in the mountains
Had so many hundreds, lose count
Now it's 500 an ounce, 3,000 for the pound

We on another route, we in a different lane
Keep your eyes on your pockets
Cause you know we ain't the same
Mind stacked to the ceiling
Whole body losing feeling
And we celebrate winning on that critical acclaim
That room service, don't concern us
The aftermath of damn circus
Do not disturb us, nah, cause I don't purchase pills
Honest, just a disservice, can't not be chasing thrills
Promises, gon' turn us ill, we heading to the

Elevator on the way up to the top floor
Elevating like Rodman on the back board
Catch me overseas, somewhere you need a passport
In something foreign with 200 on the dashboard

Elevating with no hesitation
Expectation through the roof without no reservation
Dolce and Gabanna jeans plus my Apes is Bathing
Balling on you niggas like Lamar Smith with the Ravens
Get the paper

Get the paper in the mattress, got few stacks up in my pocket
I ain't stingy with that money, all I do is make deposits
Take a jet to any location, never coach or subway station
Got the rollies for the homies, we don't need no explanation
Cause temptations, be fugacious, it gets lonely, I admit
I won't part from all my hundreds just because you wanna split
Prenuptial agreements is a must, I can't commit
Either hate it or accept it, I really don't give a shit

Somewhere overseas, thick bitch and a white thong
Man shout it bad like the Mike song
That lil' sex drive, she can go all night long
Morning to the evening, my foreign, it don't speak no English
By the way this vibe killin' him, it ain't no grievin
By the way my neck chillin', shit is on freezer
Niggas sick to they stomach, it's a slow heathen
No Caesar, ballin' like it's our season

Elevator on the way up to the top floor
Elevating like Rodman on the back board
Catch me overseas, somewhere you need a passport
In something foreign with 200 on the dashboard

King Dirty, blitz
Problems I got 99 but never been a bitch
It's the benefits of Benjamins, get off my dick
High Blitz on a Christmas list like a gift
Dirty on the way up while them haters lookin' stiff
I'm the best, only perky set I'm fuckin' with is breast
I'm the best, I'm the last man standin' when nobody left
You playin' checkers, we can't hear you
Nigga say it with your (chest) chess
On foreign landin', we ain't near you
To the penthouse from the jet

Elevator on the way up to the top floor
Elevating like Rodman on the back board
Catch me overseas, somewhere you need a passport
In something foreign with 200 on the dashboard

You could catch me ridin' high in a plane or a jet
Gotta fill it up with chickens and they feelin' my shit
Costa Rica bound boy, got a Cuban on my neck
Bank roll got commas ain't no stopping me yet
Get the check

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