all the time

Feels like I lost my mind

I been pouring up, drink all the time

I be flexing all the time

I be dripping all the time

I stay smoking all the time

I buy Celine and Saint Laurent

Givenchy and Prada

Vetements and Marni and Balenciaga

I do everything with no problem

I lived a whole month at the Roxy

I lived a whole life in October

I'ma go and blow your college fund every time I walk up in that store

I'm the boss of the top floor

When I rock, baby, please roll

Designer leather jeans on

And they stuffed up with b-rolls

My life a whole movie and your life just the b-roll

I say we Big B's and they buzzing, but I'm counting up c-notes

Yeah, I ball hard, you can't foul me

I don't shoot no free throws

I got all these bitches on me

Might go crazy tryna fuck these hoes

Might go crazy tryna count this money

Might go crazy tryna count a hundred

Might go crazy if you try to play me 'cause I really came from nothing

O-P-I-U-M, I throw my gang up

My diamonds way, way, way whiter than angel dust

We wear all black everyday, can't hang with us

Her pussy way, way more pink than codeine cups

Yeah, I got you shawty, know I got you if you got me

My cash don't fold up, I can't do origami

Come get down with the gang, ****, this the top floor posse

I stuff money in my pants, baby, I'm never out of pocket

Feels like I lost my mind

I been pouring up, drink all the time

I be flexing all the time

I be dripping all the time

I stay smoking all the time

I buy Celine and Saint Laurent

Givenchy and Prada

Vetements and Marni and Balenciaga

I do everything with no problem

I lived a whole month at the Roxy

I lived a whole life in October

I'ma go and blow your college fund every time I walk up in that store

Top floor, top floor, top floor

Top floor, top floor, top floor

Top floor, top floor, top floor, top floor

Top floor, top floor, top floor, top floor