[Verse 1]
I Leave Nothing On The Table
Ima Greet A n***a
Shout My Young Bull
Word To My Philly n***as
My New Young b**h Said She Be f**ing Ball Players
You See Me 'Round Some n***as
Know They All Real
Club Lit, Club Lit
Stevie J Breaks The Record Back
Kids Tripping this Dope (Trip)
Where The f** My Banger At
Stevie J Dropped OOUU OOUU
Why The f** Can He Think Of That
[Pre-Chorus]
[Chorus: Meek Mill & Yo Gotti]
Real n***as at the top
Fake n***as at the bottom
And if you bring them p**y n***as up with you
Better leave 'em where you go 'em
Top lookin' down, Top lookin' down
Real n***as at the top
Fake n***as at the bottom
And if you bring them p**y n***as up with you
Better leave 'em where you go 'em
Top lookin' down, Top lookin' down
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Yeah, came through for the payback
Pulled up in a Maybach
Bought the dawgs [??] wraith back
Wrist rockin' like A$AP
Bought the b**h a li' Burgundy back, that's my paper, let her taste that
Plain jane, that's thirty cash, [??] bust down we ain't palyin' that
n***a we lit, I’m in MIA
Thats your b**h, knock her down she in my way (yea yeah)
Take a pic, she gon’ post it on her page (oh lord)
Thats your b**h, tell your ho to close her legs (oh boy)
Count that paper with my eyes closed
Caught me with that b**h and she went viral
Threw that p**y at me like a spiral
Caught it like Odell Beckham young rich n***a they can't check ‘em on one
[Pre-Chorus]
[Chorus: Meek Mill & Yo Gotti]
Real n***as at the top
Fake n***as at the bottom
And if you bring them p**y n***as up with you
Better leave 'em where you go 'em
Top lookin' down, Top lookin' down
Real n***as at the top
Fake n***as at the bottom
And if you bring them p**y n***as up with you
Better leave 'em where you go 'em
Top lookin' down, Top lookin' down