Luna Florentino Top Floor Lyrics

[Intro]
Lunatic, on the track

[Chorus]
(Yuh, Aye) Get High, pinnacle (Huh!) Chest right, medicinal (Huh!)
Flex life, never minimal (Huh!) Rhyme Shots, Subliminal (Huh!)
Flex game, physical (Huh!) Flex game, digital (Huh!)
Top Floor! (Huh!) Guest list never minimal (Huh!)
Top Floor! (Huh!) Top Floor! (Huh!)
Top Floor! (Huh!) Top Floor! (Huh!)
Whole squad! (Huh!) Top Floor! (Huh!)
The baddest broads! (Huh!) Top Floor! (Huh!)

[Verse 1]
Niggas 'lready got a problem, they couldn't get into the club (aye)
Guest list, not a problem (aye), you probably didn't make the cut
Your niggas actin' like they somethin' (heh) but ain't nobody give a f*ck
(huh) I'm in the club wit a 10, (huh) I might just give a f*ck
(Hey) Wake 'n bake wit the huns, (hey) my shawty wake wit no crust
(Hey) We make a blunt for the funds, (hey) We get the funds just for fun
(Hey) Purple haze, purple dust (hey) Dirty Sprite, turtle buzz
(Hey) White widow, smokin' white widow, keep the windows up when we blunt
(Hey) Hey, (Hey) Hol' up, (what) She said she single, what it do?
(Uh) The old rocks wit' the gin got a shawty gettin' jiggy wit' the crew
Hey (hey). Hol' up (hey). She said she single, what it do?
Huh (hey). She call me dash, I got way too much juice

[Chorus]
(Aye) Get High, pinnacle (Huh!) Chest right, medicinal (Huh!)
Flex life, never minimal (Huh!) Rhyme Shots, Subliminal (Huh!)
Flex game, physical (Huh!) Flex game, digital (Huh!)
Top Floor! (Huh!) Guest list never minimal (Huh!) Top Floor! (Huh!) Top Floor! (Huh!)
Top Floor! (Huh!) Top Floor! (Huh!)
Whole squad! (Huh!) Top Floor! (Huh!)
The baddest broads! (Huh!) Top Floor! (Huh!)

[Verse 2]
I look baked in my pictures, I stay getting that cheese (hey)
And niggas hate when I'm missing, they like "where'd he go wit my bitch?"
I'm in the dark wit yo' Mrs, I might f*ck around and get lit
And niggas hate when I'm missing, they like "where'd he go wit my bitch?"
(Hey) She's sneakin' 'round wit her friends, (Hey) cause they got rules in her res
(Hey) Student life in this bitch, (Hey) chips and bread for the gents
(Hey) Don't waste time wit no 10s, (Hey) don't waste time and take 10s
(Hey) Bad broads on rotation, we don't take turns, we take 10s
(Yuh!) Lit, lit, lit, lit (Yuh!) 11 people in a Benz
(Yuh!) On the way to shoot a scene, (Yuh!) you know it's cool to own a lense
(Yuh!) I heard them say the shot is fresh (Yuh!) I feel my glasses need a rinse
(Yuh!) She wanna party wit' the boy, (Yuh!) the party turned into events

[Chorus]
(Aye) Get High, pinnacle (Huh!) Chest right, medicinal (Huh!)
Flex life, never minimal (Huh!) Rhyme Shots, Subliminal (Huh!)
Flex game, physical (Huh!) Flex game, digital (Huh!)
Top Floor! (Huh!) Guest list never minimal (Huh!)
Top Floor! (Huh!) Top Floor! (Huh!)
Top Floor! (Huh!) Top Floor! (Huh!)
Whole squad! (Huh!), Top Floor! (Huh!)
The baddest broads! (Huh!), Top Floor!