Top Floor - Nipsey Hussle

Yeah, now one time for this fast money

And all these out of state promoters spending cash on me

If fly crippin' was the country, im the flag

Niggas still talking bad but they got they whole swag from me

And I wish a nigga would try and pass on me

AR-15 in a damier bag homie

Im getting racks, I ain’t tryna make a rap homie

I fuck with who I fuck with and that’s that homie (YEAH!)

100 thousand on my chain and piece

Bitches love to see you shine and I aim to

Please

This world turned a nigga violent but I came in peace

And keep it real until I kill this game, I just ain’t complete

She ain’t gone make it to the suite if she ain’t a freak

Get crackin' in the backseat so she ain’t for me

She tried to hit me that wait and see

Told her hope out and get a blunt then I got in the breeze

That type of shit that make me laugh brody

And I ain’t met a bitch yet that can swag on me

Mascara tracks but she asked for em

Now I just home she got some cab money

HOOK

Now am I out here on my grind?

that’s fasho

Mind on my money, seven days twenty-fo

Dont fuck with dumb niggas, I dont fuck with bum hoes

It ain’t nothing to be done out here that I ain’t done before

Teach you niggas how to ball, show you what to do with dough

Get everything you want then go back and get some mo

Can you relate?

just let me know

If you ain’t afraid of heights, meet me on the top floor here I go

Look

Now two times for these pink slips

And all these bossy ass deals that we inked in

And ain’t no playing with me, I got a 80/20

That mean my shit sell any they gon pay me plenty

It’s strictly business in this game, still they faking friendly

Don’t let em take advantage of you and it make em envy

Got it so a rap nigga never make a millie

With Nipsey though a middle man’ll never make a penny (YOP!)

I’m going hard like I’m 'posed to

And I ain’t hanging out with money, that’s what hoes do

We poppin' Clicquot at the condo with the cold view

From hanging out the window poppin' pistols out the old school

And I ain’t blessing near nigga, kill ya own food

Sacrfice your own years, pay ya own dues

Sell ya own pounds, buy ya own Pro Tools

Do it like I did it, drop your nuts and make your own moves

HOOK

Now am I out here on my grind?

that’s fasho

Mind on my money, seven days twenty-fo

Dont fuck with dumb niggas, I dont fuck with bum hoes

It ain’t nothing to be done out here that I ain’t done before

Teach you niggas how to ball, show you what to do with dough

Get everything you want then go back and get some mo

Can you relate?

just let me know

If you ain’t afraid of heights, meet me on the top floor here I go

See I been on my grind, way too many years

To let these fake rapping niggas act like they my peers

I seen em rolling dice, crap out and disappear

Say pressure bust a pipe and make a diamond and it’s clear

Im nothing like them niggas telling lies in your ears

See me I really shed blood, sweat and tears

That’s why everything you see, match everything you hear

And nothing last forever so enjoy me while im here

Clear

Here I go, say here I go, uh

HOOK

Now am I out here on my grind?

that’s fasho

Mind on my money, seven days twenty-fo

Dont fuck with dumb niggas, I dont fuck with bum hoes

It ain’t nothing to be done out here that I ain’t done before

Teach you niggas how to ball, show you what to do with dough

Get everything you want then go back and get some mo

Can you relate?

just let me know

If you ain’t afraid of heights, meet me on the top floor here I go