Yo Gotti - Top Lookin' Down lyrics

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Yo Gotti - Top Lookin' Down lyrics

[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

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