At the Top

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's 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 song 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
To the hustle and the griz-ind
If a bitch think she trumps that
She's out her motherfucking miz-zind

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