I'ma run it up
I don't need no Help
My Momma raised a man
Get it all by myself
Trynna' stack it up like books
On a shelf
Cuz I came from the bottom
Trynna' live like the wealth
Free my nigga Man-Man
He locked in a cell
Oodyy Gang every song
What I'ma yell
Shoulda stayed my ass in school
Prolly coulda' went to Yale
But instead I'm stashing Money
Case I gotta make a bail
And I think I gotta em mad
I can see it up in they eyes
Real out shine the fake
They be haters up in disguise
Only with My Brothers! Or I'm prolly by My lonely
Trynna' Ease all of the pain
Cuz' I done lost a couple homies
My Brothers told Me stop playing
Gon' an wake Em' up
They say I got that fire
I'm just really Heatin' up
Yo Bitch up on my line
She gone let me beat it up
Then I never text her back
Cuz' I ain't never trynna' cuff
Naw I ain't really trynna' cuff!
When you at the top you know them niggas hate
In 'N' out of traffic on the interstate
I f*ck all these Hoes dat these niggas can't
I ain't neva stoppin' till My niggas straight
Hunnids on them hunnids got the pack in
I'ma make it back on da back end
Them niggas just Talkin' They be Cappin'
If she wanna f*ck I make Her back bend
Mind on the money I'm back in my mode
Money keep on callin' I'm back on the Road
She don't wanna f*ck then I'm ready to go
I just put my neck on Froze
YEA!
Pack just came in got it all for the low
For my niggas I carry the load
I did it all wit my back on the ropes
Me and Her nobody gon' knoooow
Yellow Bitch! Dancin' outta Wax
YEA! YEA!
When I text yea she always hit back
YEA! YEA!
When I call?
Yea You better pick up
Yea I'm on my way to come 'N' get ya'
Whole lot of Hunnids! girl that money won't fold
Whole lot of Money new money get old
She say "She Notice Meeee"
YEA!
She trynna get close to Meeee
YEA!
When you at the top you know them niggas hate
In 'N' out of traffic on the interstate
I f*ck all these Hoes dat these niggas can't
I ain't neva stoppin' till my niggas straight
Hunnids on them Hunnids got the pack in
I'ma make it back on da back end
Them niggas just Talkin' they be Cappin'
If she wanna f*ck I make her back bend
At the Top Video (MV)
Performed By: Jones & Bhuncho
Language: English
Length: 2:49
Written by: anthony Jones, Brandin Butler
Jones & Bhuncho - At the Top Lyrics
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I'ma run it up
I don't need no Help
My Momma raised a man
Get it all by myself
Trynna' stack it up like books
On a shelf
Cuz I came from the bottom
Trynna' live like the wealth
Free my nigga Man-Man
He locked in a cell
Oodyy Gang every song
What I'ma yell
Shoulda stayed my ass in school
Prolly coulda' went to Yale
But instead I'm stashing Money
Case I gotta make a bail
And I think I gotta em mad
I can see it up in they eyes
Real out shine the fake
They be haters up in disguise
Only with My Brothers! Or I'm prolly by My lonely
Trynna' Ease all of the pain
Cuz' I done lost a couple homies
My Brothers told Me stop playing
Gon' an wake Em' up
They say I got that fire
I'm just really Heatin' up
Yo Bitch up on my line
She gone let me beat it up
Then I never text her back
Cuz' I ain't never trynna' cuff
Naw I ain't really trynna' cuff!
When you at the top you know them niggas hate
In 'N' out of traffic on the interstate
I f*ck all these Hoes dat these niggas can't
I ain't neva stoppin' till My niggas straight
Hunnids on them hunnids got the pack in
I'ma make it back on da back end
Them niggas just Talkin' They be Cappin'
If she wanna f*ck I make Her back bend
Mind on the money I'm back in my mode
Money keep on callin' I'm back on the Road
She don't wanna f*ck then I'm ready to go
I just put my neck on Froze
YEA!
Pack just came in got it all for the low
For my niggas I carry the load
I did it all wit my back on the ropes
Me and Her nobody gon' knoooow
Yellow Bitch! Dancin' outta Wax
YEA! YEA!
When I text yea she always hit back
YEA! YEA!
When I call?
Yea You better pick up
Yea I'm on my way to come 'N' get ya'
Whole lot of Hunnids! girl that money won't fold
Whole lot of Money new money get old
She say "She Notice Meeee"
YEA!
She trynna get close to Meeee
YEA!
When you at the top you know them niggas hate
In 'N' out of traffic on the interstate
I f*ck all these Hoes dat these niggas can't
I ain't neva stoppin' till my niggas straight
Hunnids on them Hunnids got the pack in
I'ma make it back on da back end
Them niggas just Talkin' they be Cappin'
If she wanna f*ck I make her back bend
I don't need no Help
My Momma raised a man
Get it all by myself
Trynna' stack it up like books
On a shelf
Cuz I came from the bottom
Trynna' live like the wealth
Free my nigga Man-Man
He locked in a cell
Oodyy Gang every song
What I'ma yell
Shoulda stayed my ass in school
Prolly coulda' went to Yale
But instead I'm stashing Money
Case I gotta make a bail
And I think I gotta em mad
I can see it up in they eyes
Real out shine the fake
They be haters up in disguise
Only with My Brothers! Or I'm prolly by My lonely
Trynna' Ease all of the pain
Cuz' I done lost a couple homies
My Brothers told Me stop playing
Gon' an wake Em' up
They say I got that fire
I'm just really Heatin' up
Yo Bitch up on my line
She gone let me beat it up
Then I never text her back
Cuz' I ain't never trynna' cuff
Naw I ain't really trynna' cuff!
When you at the top you know them niggas hate
In 'N' out of traffic on the interstate
I f*ck all these Hoes dat these niggas can't
I ain't neva stoppin' till My niggas straight
Hunnids on them hunnids got the pack in
I'ma make it back on da back end
Them niggas just Talkin' They be Cappin'
If she wanna f*ck I make Her back bend
Mind on the money I'm back in my mode
Money keep on callin' I'm back on the Road
She don't wanna f*ck then I'm ready to go
I just put my neck on Froze
YEA!
Pack just came in got it all for the low
For my niggas I carry the load
I did it all wit my back on the ropes
Me and Her nobody gon' knoooow
Yellow Bitch! Dancin' outta Wax
YEA! YEA!
When I text yea she always hit back
YEA! YEA!
When I call?
Yea You better pick up
Yea I'm on my way to come 'N' get ya'
Whole lot of Hunnids! girl that money won't fold
Whole lot of Money new money get old
She say "She Notice Meeee"
YEA!
She trynna get close to Meeee
YEA!
When you at the top you know them niggas hate
In 'N' out of traffic on the interstate
I f*ck all these Hoes dat these niggas can't
I ain't neva stoppin' till my niggas straight
Hunnids on them Hunnids got the pack in
I'ma make it back on da back end
Them niggas just Talkin' they be Cappin'
If she wanna f*ck I make her back bend
Writer: anthony Jones, Brandin Butler
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