Yo Gotti - Top Lookin Down

Song Rating: 7.77/10

Song lyrics:

[Verse 1 – Yo Gotti]
I leave nothing on the table, Im 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 aint think of that
N****s thinking we cool, naw n***a aint 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 aint 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 wont give that p***y back they say Im acting selfish
I made 20 million dollars aint s**t you can tell me
Gave my life to the streets, I hope that s**t dont fail me
A million dollar smell like some cologne
That b***h aint bad if she aint did it on her own
Patek Philipe and I cant even set the time
Buying time but Im still running late

[Pre-Hook/Chorus – Yo Gotti]
I got all the chains on like a field n***a
Im standing on these couches with my lil n****s
I dont want no rap now, I dont feel n****s
This is aint 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
Thats my paper, let her taste that
Plain jane, thats thirty cash, all bust down we aint playing that
N***a we lit, Im 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”
Thats 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 cant check Im on one

[Extended Pre-Hook/Chorus – Yo Gotti & Meek Mill]
Aye, we dont want them b*****s they some gold diggers “b***h”
We dont 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 dont owe n****s “no”
I got all the chains on like a field n***a
Im standing on these couches with my lil n****s
I dont want no rap now, I dont feel n****s
This is aint 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

Date of text publication: 17.01.2021 at 23:29