Released: May 15, 2020
Songwriter: Chief Keef
Producer: Sonny Digital
[Intro]
Sonny Digital
I’m at the top, sky scrape
[Chorus]
Balmains and i8’s
I’m at the top, bitch, sky scrape
Bitch, I got weed, I got drank
I got money, I got thangs
I got chains, I got cars
I got niggas, I got thots
I got a mansion, fat ass closet
My stick gay, he’s in the closet
[Verse 1]
I got the sig tucked
Put your wig up
Nigga put your cookies up before we make you give it up
The bitch want to be with me
I was so off ran up, on money not on drugs
You dumb fuck, call me big bucks
Big money
I can't help but fuck if my wrist horny
Then I tell that hoe she gotta go cause she’s gettin boring
She think I’m off the xans and the percs cause I’m trippin
You get it if she skinny
I get top than I’m dipping
You say that you got shooters
Send some shots, nigga
Call em up
Treat these pussy niggas like some paper and I ball em up
Throw em towards the garbage
If I miss, no Chinese food, B
Aye bro, I’m anti
Why is your bitch talking to me?
[Chorus]
Balmains and i8’s
I’m at the top bitch, sky scrape
Bitch, I got weed, I got drank
I got money, I got thangs
I got chains, I got cars
I got niggas, I got thots
I got a mansion, fat ass closet
My stick gay, he’s in the closet
[Verse 2]
My stick gay, I go and get him out the closet
He come out that bitch with pride and he picking out the target
I’m sold out in Best Buy
Bitch, get it out of Target
I told him 4-5 ning ding
I’m finna fart it
If don’t nobody tell ya, gots to tell you
You’s a shawty
In broad day we air ya
Ricky Smiley in the morning
Put a cob in the nigga cause these niggas be so corny
Can’t wake a nigga up the type to sleep until the morning
[Chorus]
Balmains and i8’s
I’m at the top bitch, sky scrape
Bitch, I got weed, I got drank
I got money, I got thangs
I got chains, I got cars
I got niggas, I got thots
I got a mansion, fat ass closet
My stick gay, he’s in the closet
Sonny Digital
I’m at the top, sky scrape
[Chorus]
Balmains and i8’s
I’m at the top, bitch, sky scrape
Bitch, I got weed, I got drank
I got money, I got thangs
I got chains, I got cars
I got niggas, I got thots
I got a mansion, fat ass closet
My stick gay, he’s in the closet
[Verse 1]
I got the sig tucked
Put your wig up
Nigga put your cookies up before we make you give it up
The bitch want to be with me
I was so off ran up, on money not on drugs
You dumb fuck, call me big bucks
Big money
I can't help but fuck if my wrist horny
Then I tell that hoe she gotta go cause she’s gettin boring
She think I’m off the xans and the percs cause I’m trippin
You get it if she skinny
I get top than I’m dipping
You say that you got shooters
Send some shots, nigga
Call em up
Treat these pussy niggas like some paper and I ball em up
Throw em towards the garbage
If I miss, no Chinese food, B
Aye bro, I’m anti
Why is your bitch talking to me?
[Chorus]
Balmains and i8’s
I’m at the top bitch, sky scrape
Bitch, I got weed, I got drank
I got money, I got thangs
I got chains, I got cars
I got niggas, I got thots
I got a mansion, fat ass closet
My stick gay, he’s in the closet
[Verse 2]
My stick gay, I go and get him out the closet
He come out that bitch with pride and he picking out the target
I’m sold out in Best Buy
Bitch, get it out of Target
I told him 4-5 ning ding
I’m finna fart it
If don’t nobody tell ya, gots to tell you
You’s a shawty
In broad day we air ya
Ricky Smiley in the morning
Put a cob in the nigga cause these niggas be so corny
Can’t wake a nigga up the type to sleep until the morning
[Chorus]
Balmains and i8’s
I’m at the top bitch, sky scrape
Bitch, I got weed, I got drank
I got money, I got thangs
I got chains, I got cars
I got niggas, I got thots
I got a mansion, fat ass closet
My stick gay, he’s in the closet