[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
I leave nothing on the table, I'm a greedy a n***a
Shout my young bull word to my Philly n***as
My new young bitch said she been fucking ball players
You see me 'round some n***as know they all real
Club lit, club lit
Stevie J bring the record back
Kids Ttipping this dope (Trip)
Where the fuck my banger At
Stevie J dropped OOUU OOUU
Why the fuck he ain't think of that
N***as thinkin' we cool, naw n***a ain't none of that
Yeah, 50 bars tell him run it back
Real n***a in real life, you a real n***a on the internet
Real problems, had real issues in the real streets on real crack
Fake n***as having fake issues, all you hatin' n***as put a end to that
Nothing but killers in my session, this shit Deathrow
Bought a Rollie on my extras, left tho
I be getting to the money ain't no plan B
I be goin' so hard they try to ban me
Aye, look your MCM all in my section tryna take a selfie
I won't give that pussy back they say I'm acting selfish
I made 20 million dollars ain't shit you can tell me
Gave my life to the streets, I hope that shit don't fail me
A million dollar smell like some new cologne
That bitch ain't bad if she ain't did it on her own
Patek Philipe and I can't even set the date
Buyin' time but I'm still runnin' late
[Pre-Chorus: Yo Gotti]
I got all the chains on like a field n***a
I'm standing on these couches with my lil' n***as
I don't want no rap now, I don't feel n***as
This is ain't for no bitches, this for real n***as

[Chorus: Meek Mill & Yo Gotti]
Real n***as at the top
Fake n***as at the bottom
And if you bring them pussy n***as up with you
Better leave 'em where you got 'em
Top lookin' down, Top lookin' down
Top lookin' down, Top lookin' down
Real n***as at the top
Fake n***as at the bottom
And if you bring them pussy n***as up with you
Better leave 'em where you got 'em
Top lookin' down, Top lookin' down
Top lookin' down, Top lookin' down

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Yeah, came through for the payback
Pulled up in a Maybach
Bought the Dawn, took the Wraith back
Wrist rocky like A$AP (bust down)
Bought the bitch a lil' Birkin bag
That's my paper, let her taste that
Plain jane, that's thirty cash, all bust down we ain't playin' that
N***a we lit, I’m in M.I.A
Thats your bitch, knock her down she in my way (yea yeah)
Take a pic, she gon’ post it on her page (oh lord)
That's your bitch, tell your hoe to close her legs (oh boy)
Count that paper with my eyes closed
Caught me with that bitch and she went viral
Threw that pussy at me like a spiral
Caught it like Odell Beckham young rich n***a they can't check I'm on one
[Extended Pre-Chorus: Yo Gotti & Meek Mill]
Aye, we don't want them bitches they some gold diggers (bitch)
We don't do plain jane this shit for old n***as (bust down, bust down)
We bust down that Rollie just to show n***as (ha)
We bust down that Rollie, we don't owe n***as (no)
I got all the chains on like a field n***a
I'm standing on these couches with my lil' n***as
I don't want no rap now, I don't feel n***as
This is ain't for no bitches, this for real n***as

[Chorus: Meek Mill & Yo Gotti]
Real n***as at the top
Fake n***as at the bottom
And if you bring them pussy n***as up with you
Better leave 'em where you got 'em
Top lookin' down, Top lookin' down
Top lookin' down, Top lookin' down
Real n***as at the top
Fake n***as at the bottom
And if you bring them pussy n***as up with you
Better leave 'em where you got 'em
Top lookin' down, Top lookin' down
Top lookin' down, Top lookin' down