Top of the Galaxy ft. Yung Grady & Jmøney Lyrics

It's that type of shit, make you go and kill your bitch, I'm a type of bitch, to go and have to kill that shit

I'm the type of motherfucker, flex my money if I'm rich, I'm the type of motherfucka' get my bands and then I dip

Okay, how would you like it if I told you that I was the hero, being the villains

How would you like it if I called up JMoney and we go jump off the top of the ceiling

Okay, fuck that shit, we on top of the galaxy, call up JMoney, you know that we winnin'

I'm on top of the galaxy, you at the bottom, it looks like you just went and fell off the building

Damn, you falling off, look at my money, it keep going up

I was just running around town with the Glock and the Drake in my lap and I'm bustin' at yuh

Look at me now, I'm on top of the building and ceiling, I swear that I fuck it all up

Say, damn, hold up, finna wake him up

I'm off Molly and them acid tabs, yeah, I'm finna mix it up

You spent a hundred for an eight, like, are you fucking dumb

Yeah, you talking about hoes, got none, me and my bro finna go on a run

She's sucking dick, put her hair in a bun, throw me hundred thousand, I said I won't front

Damn, you going out sad and that's a tragedy

Rock a thousand dollar fit when I dress up casually

Yeah, I told the bitch to let me hit and she said, actually?

Nah, fuck you, bitch, on top of the world, on top of the galaxy

You a cornball, you not valid, I toss money like it's salad

This the anthem, this the ballad, money high, we on a mountain

Bitches hating, bitches doubting, piss me off, we'll see about it

This city shut down, got too crowded, they ain't hear me, had to shout it

Jmoney

When I pull up, little bitch on her knees and she looking and me and she call me "Your Majesty"

You fell off the building, that wasn't a tragedy

You fell off the building, oh, what a catastrophe

Yeah, I really did it, I'm the one who put you off, yes I really meant it

We on top of the world, switchin' bitches, switchin' cars

JMoney on the top of the galaxy, bitch, we up on mars

You know I pull up with that fire, and I shoot it like a star

I don't even know what I'm saying, I'm off acid when I spit my bars

I have no clue what the fuck is going on, I'm going hard

Then I go call up JMoney, cause I wanna top the charts

Top of the world, so we on sucker shit, we finna break your heart

Top of the galaxy, we gon' fuck your bitch and leave her out the dark