Top Lookin Down

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti] I leave nothing on the table, I'm a greedy a nigga Shout my young bull word to my Philly niggas My new young bitch said she been fucking ball players You see me 'round some niggas know they all real Club lit, club lit Stevie J bring the record back Kids Ttipping this dope (Trip) Where the fuck my banger At Stevie J dropped OOUU OOUU Why the fuck he ain't think of that Niggas thinkin' we cool, naw nigga ain't none of that Yeah, 50 bars tell him run it back Real nigga in real life, you a real nigga on the internet Real problems, had real issues in the real streets on real crack Fake niggas having fake issues, all you hatin' niggas put a end to that Nothing but killers in my session, this shit Deathrow Bought a Rollie on my extras, left tho I be getting to the money ain't no plan B I be goin' so hard they try to ban me Aye, look your MCM all in my section tryna take a selfie I won't give that pussy back they say I'm acting selfish I made 20 million dollars ain't shit you can tell me Gave my life to the streets, I hope that shit don't fail me A million dollar smell like some new cologne That bitch ain't bad if she ain't did it on her own Patek Philipe and I can't even set the date Buyin' time but I'm still runnin' late [Pre-Chorus: Yo Gotti] I got all the chains on like a field nigga I'm standing on these couches with my lil' niggas I don't want no rap now, I don't feel niggas This is ain't for no bitches, this for real niggas [Chorus: Meek Mill & Yo Gotti] Real niggas at the top Fake niggas at the bottom And if you bring them pussy niggas up with you Better leave 'em where you got 'em Top lookin' down, Top lookin' down Top lookin' down, Top lookin' down Real niggas at the top Fake niggas at the bottom And if you bring them pussy niggas 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 Dawn, took the Wraith back Wrist rocky like A$AP (bust down) Bought the bitch a lil' Birkin bag That's my paper, let her taste that Plain jane, that's thirty cash, all bust down we ain't playin' that Nigga we lit, I’m in M.I.A Thats your bitch, knock her down she in my way (yea yeah) Take a pic, she gon’ post it on her page (oh lord) That's your bitch, tell your hoe to close her legs (oh boy) Count that paper with my eyes closed Caught me with that bitch and she went viral Threw that pussy at me like a spiral Caught it like Odell Beckham young rich nigga they can't check I'm on one [Extended Pre-Chorus: Yo Gotti & Meek Mill] Aye, we don't want them bitches they some gold diggers (bitch) We don't do plain jane this shit for old niggas (bust down, bust down) We bust down that Rollie just to show niggas (ha) We bust down that Rollie, we don't owe niggas (no) I got all the chains on like a field nigga I'm standing on these couches with my lil' niggas I don't want no rap now, I don't feel niggas This is ain't for no bitches, this for real niggas [Chorus: Meek Mill & Yo Gotti] Real niggas at the top Fake niggas at the bottom And if you bring them pussy niggas up with you Better leave 'em where you got 'em Top lookin' down, Top lookin' down Top lookin' down, Top lookin' down Real niggas at the top Fake niggas at the bottom And if you bring them pussy niggas up with you Better leave 'em where you got 'em Top lookin' down, Top lookin' down Top lookin' down, Top lookin' down