Top 5

[Intro]

Uh-uh, uh-uh

Uh-uh, uh-uh

Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

[Verse 1]

The way I'm ballin', they gon' have to put me up on Sports Center

Got all my haters mad 'cause they know I'm a racks spender

Told myself I’ll be the man, nigga, that was last winter

Look myself in the mirror and said, "Don't ever get off track nigga"

I can **** a nigga ***** then **** another after that (Facts)

Keep it real with you, you couldn't make it out my habitat (Nah)

Drippin' money, I'm havin' that

Shawty sucked this **** and cleaned it up like a laundromat

Said I was gone be a star and niggas used to laugh at that

Told her, "Count that money up," and now a nigga stackin' that

Niggas actin' like they know me, they don't know how my life was

I'm tweakin' off, my nigga, but I still gotta buzz

How you think your ***** a saint? She sucked my **** inside the club

I been ballin', putting up W’s like I'm Ghostface

Niggas think they hot 'til they get turned into a cold-case

I’m just one nigga, but all my *****es, they go both ways

Every day I wake up, pray to God and hope for my place

[Chorus]

Wallah, you ain't getting shit from me (Wallah)

I'm top five, gotta keep the blick on me (Top five)

Go outside, I know all the fans love me (Uh)

I'm top five and I keep the bands on me (Yeah, yeah, top five)

Yeah, Wallah, they been talkin' shit on me (Shit)

I'm top five, so they call me big homie (Big)

Yeah, top five, and I'm having Rick on me (Rick)

Yeah, top five, and I got ya *****  on me (Uh)

[Verse 2]

Ridin' in a Benz, I don't got no time for fake friends (Yeah)

Ballin' like I'm Jordan, Space Jam (Space Jam)

And I used to sell grams (Yeah)

Stash inside my waist band (Stash)

I remember skipping turn styles at the station (Woah)

Made it to the top, I was rappin' down in the basement (Yeah)

I can never fail, niggas tellin' lies, tellin' fairytales (Tales)

Payin' for my *****es nails, and I bought some new Chanel (Chanel)

Wavy like I'm Max B (Yeah), I'm screamin' "Free Biggavel"

And I got a castle for a crib, that shit a citadel

Yeah, I'm going to Heaven, but I'm still gon' give these niggas hell

Got this bad ***** from London, her favorite singer is Adele

Threw my **** in her ***** like a quarter in a wishing well

Hit her once and wished her well (Wish her well)

I ain't never going to tell (Nah)

If it's beef, then at me nigga

I just hope I bump into him, I ain't talking 'bout no ache nigga

Yeah, I ain't talking bout no ache nigga, *****

**** you talking 'bout, nigga? Pull up

[Chorus]

Wallah, you ain't getting shit from me (Wallah)

I'm top five, gotta keep the blick on me (Top five)

Go outside, I know all the fans love me (Love me)

I'm top five and I keep the bands on me (Yeah, yeah, top five)

Yeah, Wallah, they been talkin' shit on me (Wallah, shit)

I'm top five, so they call me big homie

Yeah, top five, and I'm having Rick on me

Yeah, top five, and I got ya ***** on me (Uh)

[Outro]

Yeah, top five, yeah

Top five, yeah, top five

Shawty tryna kill these niggas