"At the Top" lyrics
(feat. Lady G)
I hear you be like
"Michael, but I love you Michael
I can be you everything Michael, and-
One, one day you're gonna understand that, um
Y'know, those people around you, those girls
They don't really love you they're just there for the money"
I'm sittin' at the top, I got a bird's eye view
Downtown condo purchased by the birds I flew
Actually I purchased this with the words I drew
Reminiscin' on the days when the birds I flew
Bird flu money got a nigga hot like fever
Life a cold bitch but I ain't ever trying to leave her
I'mma get them dollars, pour bottles and fuck some models
Write a hit about it, do the same shit tomorrow
Ay I tried to tell my bitch that I can't sit or fuckin' nap
Till I'm sitting on top like a Braves fitted cap
Got my name jumpin' out the floor and straight up through the roof
Now I got them hoes jumpin' out their clothes and in the coupe
Then I take 'em to the condo, rip 'em all, cut 'em loose
Tell 'em "See y'all in the morning ladies, I got shit to do"
Then it's back to the money and the hustle and the griz-ind
If a bitch think she trumps that she's out her motherfucking miz-zind
I'm 'bout my bread
They say I'm out my mind instead of here
I prefer to grind, just ask my bitch
How many times she slept alone in our bed
Cuz I'm only tryin' to see her at the top
I'm only tryin' to see her at the top
I'm only tryin' to see her at the top
I'm only tryin' to see her at the top, I'm bout my guap
And I'm only tryin' to see her at the top
Hoes used to laugh, said a nigga look like Re-Run
Now these bitches sweating me on MTV and re-runs
Now them hoes is lucky to get in the club that we run
Now I shine and ball on a bitch, neon neon
She play her husband like a peon just to get peed on
Tell my patna Sleepy, can't believe the shit that we on
Cold hearted macks for the stacks we pumpin' freon
Space age pimpin' with that above and beyond
Pimpin' like a young 8Ball or MJG son
Pimpin' harder, riding a foreign, not no Nissan
Ride in black and white Benz, look like a penguin
New woman wit' me flew in from Cali but she from England
She model, pretty, long black hair, and do some singin'
She better than whoever but never had a hit record
She wanna get together and get married forever
I thought about Kelis and said no bitch I'm 'bout my cheddar
I'm 'bout my bread
They say I'm out my mind instead of here
I prefer to grind, just ask my bitch
How many times she slept alone in our bed
Cuz I'm only tryin' to see her at the top (No You are not worth more than my motherfucking car)
I'm only tryin' to see her at the top (Cuz my car takes me back and forth to work)
I'm only tryin' to see her at the top (No You are not worth more than my motherfucking house)
I'm only tryin' to see her at the top, I'm bout my guap (Cuz house keeps rain off my head, understand me)
And I'm only tryin' to see her at the top
No you're not worth more than my motherfucking music
Because my music is the reason I'm in your motherfucking face
Hey, hey, grind, grind, grind, grind
Get money, get money, get money
"Michael, but I love you Michael
I can be you everything Michael, and-
One, one day you're gonna understand that, um
Y'know, those people around you, those girls
They don't really love you they're just there for the money"
I'm sittin' at the top, I got a bird's eye view
Downtown condo purchased by the birds I flew
Actually I purchased this with the words I drew
Reminiscin' on the days when the birds I flew
Bird flu money got a nigga hot like fever
Life a cold bitch but I ain't ever trying to leave her
I'mma get them dollars, pour bottles and fuck some models
Write a hit about it, do the same shit tomorrow
Ay I tried to tell my bitch that I can't sit or fuckin' nap
Till I'm sitting on top like a Braves fitted cap
Got my name jumpin' out the floor and straight up through the roof
Now I got them hoes jumpin' out their clothes and in the coupe
Then I take 'em to the condo, rip 'em all, cut 'em loose
Tell 'em "See y'all in the morning ladies, I got shit to do"
Then it's back to the money and the hustle and the griz-ind
If a bitch think she trumps that she's out her motherfucking miz-zind
I'm 'bout my bread
They say I'm out my mind instead of here
I prefer to grind, just ask my bitch
How many times she slept alone in our bed
Cuz I'm only tryin' to see her at the top
I'm only tryin' to see her at the top
I'm only tryin' to see her at the top
I'm only tryin' to see her at the top, I'm bout my guap
And I'm only tryin' to see her at the top
Hoes used to laugh, said a nigga look like Re-Run
Now these bitches sweating me on MTV and re-runs
Now them hoes is lucky to get in the club that we run
Now I shine and ball on a bitch, neon neon
She play her husband like a peon just to get peed on
Tell my patna Sleepy, can't believe the shit that we on
Cold hearted macks for the stacks we pumpin' freon
Space age pimpin' with that above and beyond
Pimpin' like a young 8Ball or MJG son
Pimpin' harder, riding a foreign, not no Nissan
Ride in black and white Benz, look like a penguin
New woman wit' me flew in from Cali but she from England
She model, pretty, long black hair, and do some singin'
She better than whoever but never had a hit record
She wanna get together and get married forever
I thought about Kelis and said no bitch I'm 'bout my cheddar
I'm 'bout my bread
They say I'm out my mind instead of here
I prefer to grind, just ask my bitch
How many times she slept alone in our bed
Cuz I'm only tryin' to see her at the top (No You are not worth more than my motherfucking car)
I'm only tryin' to see her at the top (Cuz my car takes me back and forth to work)
I'm only tryin' to see her at the top (No You are not worth more than my motherfucking house)
I'm only tryin' to see her at the top, I'm bout my guap (Cuz house keeps rain off my head, understand me)
And I'm only tryin' to see her at the top
No you're not worth more than my motherfucking music
Because my music is the reason I'm in your motherfucking face
Hey, hey, grind, grind, grind, grind
Get money, get money, get money
Writer(s): Clifford Joseph Harris, Michael Santigo Render
