| Straight, yeah |
| Straight to the top, mm (Catch 22, you can tell by the sound) |
| Mm-mm, yeah |
| You know how we- yeah |
| Straight to the- ooh |
| I go straight to the top, ain’t no stopping it |
| Run me my cheque and I pocket it |
| Up on Rodeo, I’m shopping it |
| I see it, I want it, I’m copping it |
| Can’t fall in love with no thotting bitch |
| She ain’t making money, I’m dropping it |
| They called me a space cadet |
| But it’s funny 'cause now my whip look like a rocket ship |
| Millix my nigga, he walk with it |
| Mans in my city got shot for this |
| Bullet proof vest, this is not for drip |
| I walk with my cros but I’m not a crip |
| Running this shit, I’m a boss with it |
| I walk with a limp, Terry Fox with it |
| Young nigga straight out of Canada |
| But if it’s smoke then we shoot with no hockey sticks |
| I was that kid in my ends 'bout my paper, just give me that zip, |
| I’ma walk with it |
| Nobody know me I’m pulling a caper, I’m pushing these pounds, Johnny Roxx with |
| it |
| I just been making my bread like a baker, I gotta get mine like I’m Pac with it |
| Porsche 911 like three hundred thou', the car of your dreams, I’m unlocking it |
| Hit the shoebox, I’m pulling this cash out |
| Better talk to me nice or I’ll lash out |
| Lil' shorty a freak with her ass out |
| She gon' run me that neck 'til I pass out |
| She gon' run me that neck then she go home |
| She know she ain’t my type, she a pro, though |
| Always running a race with it |
| So the last time I hit it in slow-mo |
| I go straight to the top, ain’t no stopping it |
| Run me my cheque and I pocket it |
| Up on Rodeo, I’m shopping it |
| I see it, I want it, I’m copping it |
| Can’t fall in love with no thotting bitch |
| She ain’t making money, I’m dropping it |
| They called me a space cadet |
| But it’s funny 'cause now my whip look like a rocket ship |
| Yeah |
| See, we been through a lot, yeah, I’m heartless |
| Ain’t tryna talk, bro, get rid of him |
| Every gun that we got got a switch on it |
| Heard what you said, yeah, I’ma get right with you |
| You know that I’m stuck, too many Perks, bitch, I love codeine |
| Bitch, she a dope fiend and my lil' man a killer |
| South side, I’m cool with them dealers |
| Might send my lil' bro just to get 'em |
| Wrong move, you know we go and dead him |
| Too much Oxy, can’t sleep |
| Fell in love with the G17, found my love right in these streets |
| I’m thug, I’m raw, niggas be lying |
| I beat it up, she said she slime |
| Just give me the word and I’ll slime 'em |
| Slatt, it’s bad when niggas, they cap |
| Indeed, might take off his cap |
| Jane life, the way we living is bad |
| I go straight to the top, ain’t no stopping it |
| Run me my cheque and I pocket it |
| Up on Rodeo, I’m shopping it |
| I see it, I want it, I’m copping it |
| Can’t fall in love with no thotting bitch |
| She ain’t making money, I’m dropping it |
| They called me a space cadet |
| But it’s funny 'cause now my whip look like a rocket ship |
| I go straight to the top, ain’t no stopping it |
| Run me my cheque and I pocket it |
| Up on Rodeo, I’m shopping it |
| I see it, I want it, I’m copping it |
| Can’t fall in love with no thotting bitch |
| She ain’t making money, I’m dropping it |
| They called me a space cadet |
| But it’s funny 'cause now my whip look like a rocket ship |