[Verse 1: Young Breezy] From the pavement to the rooftop, tryna be the boss of my city Guess I gotta bring out that inner Ross in me Get a car, cruising with some groupie broads with me Got dreams of blowing like a lit off semi, you'll see me Buzzing like some Crystal in me Coming with a master plan so all of yall can hear me I'mma be that n***a you love, Breezy [Verse 2: RLS] Uh, from the basement to the top floor Couple of private accounts that I only handle when off shore Meaning not in the states Couple of hoes poppin' that p**y, should I penetrate n***as tell me im fly, I say I'm levitation The life you life when you ball out & they gon' love you till you fall out Or fall off n***a