Bryson Tiller - T.N.N lyrics

You better sing that song oh whoa whoa How I do? how I do? All my fly n***as can relate to this song And all my pretty woman should get drunk to this song All my dubs come and show a n***a love in this club All the scrubs call you riled up and take your a** home My swag top notch my girl to notch A lot of n***as mad cos their girlfriends not If your shawty look as good as mine you'll know just why I keep a smile All you hatin' n***as keep on hatin' if you wanna Do your job like you gettin' paid when its over I be singing to your girl I got range like a rover Since you don't be up with nothin', but my rove seats got em' loafers on I been sippin' on patron so I don't think I'm going home I go to yo ladies crib and power down her mobile phone Make her sing the bridge to my songs till the dro come home And top notch means everything I do is overgrown I'm a top notch n***a, with top notch swag All these hatters finna need to mark my a**, why you mad for? I just wanna know, why you mad for? You up in the club tryna block my shine Worry bout you don't knock my fly Fly as hell, hatin on me, when these fiends hate me imma make em' OD, tonight [MVP:] Uhm, homie over mad Over where his roomie but she want me over bad She ain't tryna look, but sh** I know what that's about Red her like a book, she hopin' that I check her out Words to my Nikes, show a playa love Lil' mama rocking coach, I think she need to make a sub While I should be in the mile high club Why? cause I'm f**ing fly n***a - duh Never seen a n***a rock the sh** that I am wearing I don't even know her but I know but I know by how she staring She done seen me in that maro and it sound like a McLaren See me with some money, hope she know that I ain't sharing That don't mean I'm greedy, just hope that you ain't needy Cause what you got when you come is what you gon' have have you leave me Whishing for a genie and I'm flyer than Aladdin I ain't fly, but homie why you mad then? I'm a top notch n***a, with top notch swag All these hatters finna need to mark my a**, why you mad for? I just wanna know, why you mad for? You up in the club tryna block my shine Worry bout you don't knock my fly Fly as hell, hatin on me, when these fiends hate me imma make me OD, tonight I don't know what I do to make em' mad at me But I guess imma keep doing it Don't listen to these n***as when they laugh at me I just chop it up and screw this sh** Musically inclined, still a kook but I refuse to quit I do this sh** for fun, till I get at least 2 milli Who you is and why you mad is two question that I do ask TNN how dare you laughing at me I'm blowing up fast