CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Cocaine Cologne
We made it to the top floor, to the clouds
Still smelling like a brick right now
Still smelling like a brick right now
Still smelling like a brick right now
How we built this sh*t from the ground
To the top floor, to the clouds, to the penthouse
Still smelling like a brick right now
Still smelling like a brick right now
When we was dreaming of the project steps
Mama know I’m home, but told the feds that I just left
This for the real ones that don’t hate when n***as on they flex
They just stay patient, In sha Allah that sh*t come my way next
I was tryna turn that Pyrex to a private jet
My money machine still don’t get no rest
I’m the illest n***a, word to God
Up under this money tree like finally it’s autumn
Four hundred thousand buried in the yard
Just in case I got that cushion it’ll break my fall
When that race start, n***a, don’t you stall
Ain’t some trill ones running with you so you can pass baton if you get tired?
Snitch n***a had me feel like Kanye talking through his wire
Snitch n***a had me in my motherf**king feelings
Cuzo was Blood in Texas, put me on to UGK
Off that smin-oke, way before we whipped coke
Way before we stumbled on that plug, shout out to big bro
He taught me how to put these words together then I went pro
First-round draft pick straight out the kitchen, n***a
Straight off that stove, straight out that pot, straight off the digi’, n***a
I got God tatted on my face
So when you see me, you see that
b*t*h, you can’t separate me from the next dimension
This underworld redemption
This I don’t play them comment games, get shot over a mention
Is you trippin'?
Maserati dippin'
Bust down Rollie drippin' out the trenches
Got it jumpin' on the first from fourth and inches
I was on a mission, in the kitchen chasin' riches
I did it and you didn’t, that’s the difference
Still smelling like a brick right now
Still smelling like a brick right now
Still smelling like a brick right now
How we built this sh*t from the ground
To the top floor, to the clouds, to the penthouse
Still smelling like a brick right now
Still smelling like a brick right now
When we was dreaming of the project steps
Mama know I’m home, but told the feds that I just left
This for the real ones that don’t hate when n***as on they flex
They just stay patient, In sha Allah that sh*t come my way next
I was tryna turn that Pyrex to a private jet
My money machine still don’t get no rest
I’m the illest n***a, word to God
Up under this money tree like finally it’s autumn
Four hundred thousand buried in the yard
Just in case I got that cushion it’ll break my fall
When that race start, n***a, don’t you stall
Ain’t some trill ones running with you so you can pass baton if you get tired?
Snitch n***a had me feel like Kanye talking through his wire
Snitch n***a had me in my motherf**king feelings
Cuzo was Blood in Texas, put me on to UGK
Off that smin-oke, way before we whipped coke
Way before we stumbled on that plug, shout out to big bro
He taught me how to put these words together then I went pro
First-round draft pick straight out the kitchen, n***a
Straight off that stove, straight out that pot, straight off the digi’, n***a
I got God tatted on my face
So when you see me, you see that
b*t*h, you can’t separate me from the next dimension
This underworld redemption
This I don’t play them comment games, get shot over a mention
Is you trippin'?
Maserati dippin'
Bust down Rollie drippin' out the trenches
Got it jumpin' on the first from fourth and inches
I was on a mission, in the kitchen chasin' riches
I did it and you didn’t, that’s the difference
