Lonely at the Top Lyrics

Turn me up a little bit

Yea like that

First things first

I can't hang with no trick

What I look like cooking dogs breakfast and shit

You a side thinking you the main dish

What a trip

Get a grip

Get the hint

You ain't shit but a bitch

I can't talk to you If it's not business (no sir)

Chase a check, never chasing no chickens

Only thing on my mind is get money fuck-

Ain't a thing baby get out yo feelings (let's go)

No lames

Riding in my new maybach tho

Keep playing

I got the whole gang on go

Gotta watch how you move

In a world so cold

I don't know about yours but

Mine don't fold

I got 10 stacks

Boutta get me some more

Gotta small ass

He still grabbing it tho (ha ha)

So good

That it drive him loco

Look him in his eyes

Told him baby it's yours

This bass

Really got this shit jumping

This the type of shit

They be playing at the functions

Yea they used to love me

But they hate who I'm becoming

Fuck it, that don't really phase me

Cuz I guess that's just the motion

Gotta keep it going

Know the hustle never stop

Only thing I know forsurely

That it's lonely at the top

If it ain't the haters

It's these bottles imma pop

Pulling up to the club

Bout to make these ones drop

Watch how you coming

Don't check me (hold up)

Check yo bitch

She looking a lil dusty (man for real)

You a lame

Don't know why you even talking (shhh)

Better listen to ya man

And keep walking (keep it pushing)

Keep playing bitch

I'll smack you with my Goyard

Shit

Trynna imitate me

Girl you just a counterfeit (fake bitch)

Everybody and they moms know

I don't play that shit

I been acting nonchalant

But I been bout this

Bad lil bitch in a big truck

Killing shit

Feeling so good

Bout to make him put a kid in it (uh-huh)

Freaky bitch

Afters at the Telly is

Where we meeting them

But you ain't gotta worry baby girl

I'm just a friend to him

I just wanna ride

He know what I like

I just wanna have my lil sum thing on the side (on the side)

You can have him back by the end of the night

Cause ladies where we at? (Where we at?)

Outside

This bass

Really got this shit jumping

This the type of shit

They be playing at the functions

Yea they used to love me

But they hate who I'm becoming

Fuck it, that don't really phase me

Cuz I guess that's just the motion

Gotta keep it going

Know the hustle never stop

Only thing I know forsurely

That it's lonely at the top

If it ain't the haters

It's these bottles imma pop

Pulling up to the club

Bout to make these ones drop