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Amillz - To The Top Lyrics

Whats up wit it now you see me stackin guap
Now you see me rising i'm on the way to the top
People hear potential and those haters hear a flop
Your girl is acting suspect so I'll cuff her like a cop
No one gonna stop me from being what I’ll be
If you going to talk some shit it only drives me
So you making an excuse go talk to Gary Vee
Only kinda money I don’t fuck and I call her B

Fake people they just tryna get up in my number
Bitches wanna slumber
Let em slide through ill give her lumber
In the summer
Gassin up like we is drivin fuckin hummers
Call a plumber
Ring ya mother tell her she can have my piping number

I'm not kiddin you know i always wear a rubber
Give her butter
Clock is is ticking and it never fuckin stuttered
Now she shudder
Talking to the ground that's what i'm under
Rapping is my thunder
Dropping tracks and you askin for another

I'm always finding money i'm the entrepreneur
I'm never taking debt and i know that for sure
Million in the bank by the time i'm 24
Can’t wait to break broke cuz i'm sick of bein poor
Can't wait to buy a crib with a couple floors
Don’t be mad what i got is better than yours
California dreaming best be living on the shore
Always stay hustling cuz i'm looking for the score
This is my flex track, song, motto wit no setbacks
All facts, buying used like its fuckin carfax
Hot tracks, fat stacks
Pullin dollar signs i got mad racks
Get smacked
Ever talk some shit this is payback, son
Payback son
And ill hit you wit 6 figures
And its time to make a run
Gunning down the doubters
Cuz now i'm number one
Left y'all on the burner
And now you overdone

They call me the prophet cuz all i do is profit
Keep fuckin with me then we can pick out your coffin
You choking on my smoke please stop your coughing
You know who you’re talkin to or have you forgotten
I'm the asshole, mastercraft, godly child
I'm the moneymaker, hustler, war hostile
I’ll drop another diss just to end you with a smile
I'm murdering these beats this your free fucking trial

These are facts run it back amilly on attack
I spit the fucking truth my lyrics are the gat
Goin splat
On my tracks i will come back
You pitching them a slider but milly up to bat
Now i'm hitting dingers run your ass home
Grinding to the top cuz i'm in my fucking zone
Don't hit my line unless you tryna bone
If you talking money then i might pick up the phone
Started from the bottom so its time to make a miracle
It's funny how your boy makes a career from bein lyrical
I'm the fucking prophet that why my name is fucking biblical
Got ya girl praying for me and she ain't even spiritual
I'm killing all these rhymes I turn em into mine
Ya girl see the guap and i might just make her mine
Time is money and i ain't running outta time
I ain't taking loans cuz and staying on this grind

I'm skatin on the grind never gonna fucking flop
I got the green light now i ain't gonna stop
I'm floating to the sky hop my bubble never pop
I hope to see y'all with me when i get to the top