[Intro]
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray to Lord fake n***as he keep
But if I shut down before I wake
I pray to Lord real n***as he take
[Hook]
I told my top to get lost
Cuz I don’t really like ceilings
I told a b**h to get lost
I think I hurt the girl feelings
So I hit the gas and get lost
I hit the thrust and get lost
I’m in that new Rolls Royce
If you don’t like it get lost
[Verse 1]
Me and my top beefin
So I don’t really wanna see him
They picture man, the flare n***a
And all the kids wanna be him
I told that girl to get lost
Cuz I don’t even like to argue
All this money that I’m makin
They think I’m playing for the Chargers
My jury game is retarded
My car game is exotic
The inside my Maserati
Cuz look like he in the hypnotic
I’m runnin from the paparazzi
But I’m in the Lamborghini
They call me Gucci Debia**i
I think I’m f**ing Liberace
[Hook]
I told my top to get lost
Cuz I don’t really like ceilings
I told a b**h to get lost
I think I hurt the girl feelings
So I hit the gas and get lost
I hit the thrust and get lost
I’m in that new Rolls Royce
If you don’t like it get lost
[Verse 2]
Smoking kush with my boys
I’m a walking weed joyce
They say I f** on my alarms
I say it back, it’s my choice
Selling dope with my squad
Old school’s in my yard
I got a Chevy so clean
And my goodness so hot
They say it’s getting real hot
So I took off of my top
I got the number one spot
I’m coming down my block
[Hook]
I told my top to get lost
Cuz I don’t really like ceilings
I told a b**h to get lost
I think I hurt the girl feelings
So I hit the gas and get lost
I hit the thrust and get lost
I’m in that new Rolls Royce
If you don’t like it get lost
[Verse 3]
Dragging from the old school in my new school
Top missing, n***a with my new tool
Same ways with my new juice
Getting money on these young fools
You pay for perfect when you’re big time
You pay for perfect when your sun shine
Harley Davidson, 1100
n***a know we got them army guns
Big money when we poppin n***a
Overseas when I’m shoppin n***a
Hella choppers when we choppin n***a
Getting money by the mount n***a
Uptown with the swag n***a
300 on the dash n***a
Out the pound full of cash n***a
n***a first not last n***a
[Hook]
I told my top to get lost
Cuz I don’t really like ceilings
I told a b**h to get lost
I think I hurt the girl feelings
So I hit the gas and get lost
I hit the thrust and get lost
I’m in that new Rolls Royce
If you don’t like it get lost