D. Shim - At The Top lyrics

[Intro: Lethal] So we was 'bout to throw this telly, right? You know we got to the hotel room I call up shawty and tell her, "Slide through with a couple friends" She said "Aight", she got to the hotel and she hit my phone back like, "what floor you on?" What flo-... I put the phone on hold, I look at Shey, Polanco, Stanley I said "Did she just have the audacity to..." I take it off of hold I said, "b*tch"... [Hook: Lethal] Meet me at the top top top Shawty taking shots shots shots She 'bout to make it drop drop drop And we ain't gon' stop stop stop So we be at the top top top Her friends taking shots shots shots They 'bout to make it pop pop pop And we ain't gon' stop stop stop [Verse 1: Lethal] Hey girl, how the f** you doing? (How you doing!) At a standstill the way that thing moving (Way it's moving!) Ass tight but the liquor got you loosened Taking shots of Russian baby now I know you Cuban (Whoa) In my zone and you know my cup doubled But the color in it got you lame a** n***as lookin' puzzled (Right!) Realest n***as and we standing in a huddle When it comes to my clique man you don't want no trouble (Nope!) I promise n***a... You don't f**ing want it Cause my rhymes they just be bombing And our girls all be the hottest Every night we just "Ciroc-ing" They all know that I'm a problem Man the day will never come that you can say this n***a lost it (Never!) "Lost it"? Man I hate the bottom They see my flow and then try to rob him She drink champagne dawg and know to pop it Downtown with a** up man it's like hydraulics [Hook] [Verse 2: Lethal] Haters? Don't pay them attention, don't like 'em (Nah!) Papers? I stack 'em, I sign 'em, and light 'em (True!) Waiter? Ain't got one but really don't mind it But shawty still thinking 'bout the tip after I dine in A whole Molly, cup half full, girl you faded (Faded!) I just want a third of the pie, let me bake it (Bake it!) Smoking on a quarter now we all so medicated A fifth of Henny, wait... I feel so amazing Ghosts and Phantoms in my future, got a sixth sense n***as couldn't do a fraction of this sh** man If it ain't 'bout the money I don't give a sh** then sh**ting on these rappers dawg I know I'm the sh**, damn Taleb on the tables, let the king control the mic With my n***a Brandon taking over sh** tonight Couple baddies but they know to keep their manners nice Coppin' bottles, wrong age but the feeling right [Hook]