Top Lookin Down Yo Gotti (Ft. Meek Mill)

[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