[Verse 1 – Yo Gotti]
I leave nothing on the table, I’m a greedy a n***a
Shout my young bull word to my Philly n****s
My new young b***h said she been f*****g ball players
You see me ’round some n****s know they all real
Club lit, club lit
Stevie J bring the record back
Kids Ttipping this dope “Trip”
Where the f**k my banger At
Stevie J dropped OOUU OOUU
Why the f**k he ain’t think of that
N****s thinking we cool, naw n***a ain’t none of that
Yeah, 50 bars tell him run it back
Real n***a in real life, you a real n***a on the internet
Real problems, had real issues in the real streets on real crack
Fake n****s having fake issues, all you hating n****s put a end to that
Nothing but k**ers in my session, this s**t d**hrow
Bought a Rollie on my extras, left tho
I be getting to the money ain’t no plan B
I be going so hard they try to ban me
Aye, look your MCM all in my section tryna take a selfie
I won’t give that p***y back they say I’m acting selfish
I made 20 million dollars ain’t s**t you can tell me
Gave my life to the streets, I hope that s**t don’t fail me
A million dollar smell like some cologne
That b***h ain’t bad if she ain’t did it on her own
Patek Philipe and I can’t even set the time
Buying time but I’m still running late
[Pre-Hook/Chorus – Yo Gotti]
I got all the chains on like a field n***a
I’m standing on these couches with my lil’ n****s
I don’t want no rap now, I don’t feel n****s
This is ain’t for no b*****s, this for real n****s
[Hook/Chorus – Meek Mill & Yo Gotti]
Real n****s at the top
Fake n****s at the bottom
And if you bring them p***y n****s up with you
Better leave ’em where you got ’em
Top lookin down, Top lookin down
Top lookin down, Top lookin down
Real n****s at the top
Fake n****s at the bottom
And if you bring them p***y n****s up with you
Better leave ’em where you got ’em
Top lookin down, Top lookin down
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 rocky like A$AP
Bought the b***h a li’ Birkin bag
That’s my paper, let her taste that
Plain jane, that’s thirty cash, all bust down we ain’t playing 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”
That’s 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 I’m on one
[Extended Pre-Hook/Chorus – Yo Gotti & Meek Mill]
Aye, we don’t want them b*****s they some gold diggers “b***h”
We don’t do plain jane this s**t for old n****s “bust down, bust down”
We bust down that Rollie just to show n****s “ha”
We bust down that Rollie, we don’t owe n****s “no”
I got all the chains on like a field n***a
I’m standing on these couches with my lil’ n****s
I don’t want no rap now, I don’t feel n****s
This is ain’t for no b*****s, this for real n****s
[Hook/Chorus – Meek Mill & Yo Gotti]
Real n****s at the top
Fake n****s at the bottom
And if you bring them p***y n****s up with you
Better leave ’em where you got ’em
Top lookin’ down, Top lookin’ down
Top lookin’ down, Top lookin’ down
Real n****s at the top
Fake n****s at the bottom
And if you bring them p***y n****s up with you
Better leave ’em where you got ’em
Top looking down, Top looking down
Top looking down, Top looking down