Top Floor ft. SWIZZ B88GIE Lyrics

Good evening, good evening ladies and gentlemen

Oh are you alright, are you alright?

Watch your step now, don't slip

I'd like to present to you now, ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Jaffa and Mr. Swizz Boogie

Give a round of applause

Please, please, please

These are two top tier gentlemen

And I only mean player shit

This is only for the players, have a nice day

Sharper than samurai's swords

These mental blades is cutting through flesh and bone

I enter the gates of Babylon where the oppressed remain strong

Gen deuce with a forty malt like O-Dogg, they called me a menace but you liable for the loss

Hollow tips and switches will get you gone

Used to be penny pinching, my mama been poor

Every week was a half a hundo when I left the door

I was sleeping up in the storage room, we ain't have no carpet, crash on the couch or the hardwood

Blowing smoke through the screen this green got a fine pull

From the money trees, spend it on weed

Top floor where we cop views

Pop corks during full course

Pulling cards, robbing foreigners, taking wallets and passports

I raid the game like I'm Hip-hop's task force

I'm well aware that you ain't ask for it

But shit, here I am

Remove the rubberbands, counting the Benjamins

If I get indicted, I'm getting high during my sentencing

So I pray to the sky and hope the Lord let me get paid for all of these sentences

I'll pay for all my sins in due time, I got money on my mind, this petal ain't gonna push itself, I got no excuses but to grind

Trapping out my mama's house, all that residue was left behind

Ladies, ladies and gentlemen, give it up for Mr. and I mean Mr. Jamal Jaffa, please

Now, we are welcoming to the stage, his brother, by the way, Mr. Swizz Boogie

Thank you, uh huh

It's different and it's wicked and vicious

Either W's or V's, but you won't get it, you gonna see it though

I'm feeling like Stevie more cause Ray Charles was playing the keys that I was seeing in my headphones

I mean Marky play the beat, and Jaffa send it over

Jaffa, like Jah cuz, but you won't even under over

Stand it, you niggas ain't no man slim

Can you understand it, or over and underhand it

Pitching shit, you niggas never were in the kitchen and washing the dish and shit

I mean, you straight up bitches, you worried about your nails

It ain't clean under the surface, shordy and I give them hell

That's what we dwell, but it's all cool

I'm mad and I'm rude, but I'm still respectful so

It's either check the ball or check you

You niggas know how I'm going, never control them or hold them

Stand ten toes, I never would fold here

It's the way of life you know what I'm saying…