Ceiling

Authentic or nothin'
Yeah
I just lift the roof up off the ceiling
I done ran them racks up to the ceiling
Body bags up in the mall, I gets a killing, yeah
Hundred million how I’m feeling, yeah
Uh, penthouse suite, nigga can’t eat what I eat
Foreign my feet, uh, I know the bitch hate when I leave
I just lift the roof up off the ceiling
I done ran them racks up to the ceiling
Run through hoes, young nigga run through bags
That ho garbage, now a nigga goin' through the trash (Get out)
I was goin' through withdrawals 'fore I got a coupe, now a nigga goin' fast
(Skrrt)
I’m the hottest nigga breathin' right now so I know that your bitch gon' smash
Uh, no hotel, uh (Uh-uh)
Take that bitch on the backstreet, uh
This whip cost more than a hotel room
Get in the backseat, uh (Let's go)
Gucci tracksuit, uh, I ain’t even goin' to a track meet (Oh no)
I got seven niggas 'round me strapped
In case you niggas wanna attack me (What's up?)
I got my whips out the galaxy
Head to Dubai, gotta palace me (Take off)
Young nigga came from a tragedy (Uh-huh)
I walk like I’m money, I’m stackin' me
Lit, then I walk up to head honcho like, «What's happenin'?»
I walk out the mall, they like, «What happened?» (Murder)
I just lift the roof up off the ceiling
I done ran them racks up to the ceiling
Body bags up in the mall, I gets a killing, yeah
Hundred million how I’m feeling, yeah
Uh, penthouse suite, nigga can’t eat what I eat
Foreign my feet, uh, I know the bitch hate when I leave
I just lift the roof up off the ceiling
I done ran them racks up to the ceiling
Came up out the cell eatin' rice pops (For real)
I just take my gang shopping at Icebox
She whispered in my ear, like, «What your life like?»
Spend a hundred thousand, I got frostbite
Know what it is if the feds got 'em
Keep my lil' bitch in red bottoms (Damn)
I hit the strip club in a poncho (Versace)
They know about the crib, not the condo, ayy
What you know 'bout sippin' champagne up in Barneys? (Woah)
Gave that big mama forty, she say, «Ooh, he charming» (Woah)
Flood my neck with charms, they ring the alarm
Nigga can’t do no harm, my garage look like a barn
Waistband, wanna taste me
Nigga can’t face me, these niggas can’t race me
I just lift the roof up off the ceiling
I done ran them racks up to the ceiling
Body bags up in the mall, I gets a killing, yeah
Hundred million how I’m feeling, yeah
Uh, penthouse suite, nigga can’t eat what I eat
Foreign my feet, uh, I know the bitch hate when I leave
I just lift the roof up off the ceiling
I done ran them racks up to the ceiling
X, load me up
Uh, give me your back, fuck your name, fuck your number
I just walked up in his trap with my gun up (Give me that)
I’ma stack these racks up 'til the summer
Young nigga tryna real come-up
Thirty racks stuffed in the backpack
MAC-10 make you go back, back
I roll the Rolls Royce back, back
Tell her proceed, no backtrack
Ayy, give me your dental, better yet, your mental
Never sentimental, baby, you’re a memo
Ice on December
You were not a fan, you were not a member
How you makin' plans 'cause you with a winner
You was all summer, I was all winter
Barely makin' breakfast, now you want my dinner
You ain’t tryna save me, really you a villain
How, I just kicked that bitch up out the ceiling
Yeah, yeah, yeah