t.n.n

bryson tiller

you better sing that song oh whoa whoa

how i do? how i do?

all my fly niggas can relate to this song

and all my pretty woman should get drunk to this song

all my dubs come and show a nigga love in this club

all the scrubs call you riled up and take your ass home

my swag top notch my girl to notch

a lot of niggas mad cos their girlfriends not

if your shawty look as good as mine you'll know just why i keep a smile

all you hatin' niggas keep on hatin' if you wanna

do your job like you gettin' paid when its over

i be singing to your girl i got range like a rover

since you don't be up with nothin'

but my rove seats got em' loafers on

i been sippin' on patron so i don't think i'm going home

i go to yo ladies crib and power down her mobile phone

make her sing the bridge to my songs till the dro come home

and top notch means everything i do is overgrown

i'm a top notch nigga

with top notch swag

all these hatters finna need to mark my ass

why you mad for?

i just wanna know

why you mad for?

you up in the club tryna block my shine

worry bout you don't knock my fly

fly as hell

hatin on me

when these fiends hate me imma make em' od

tonight

uhm

homie over mad

over where his roomie but she want me over bad

she ain't tryna look

but shit i know what that's about

red her like a book

she hopin' that i check her out

words to my nikes

show a playa love

lil' mama rocking coach

i think she need to make a sub

while i should be in the mile high club

why? cause i'm fucking fly nigga - duh

never seen a nigga rock the shit that i am wearing

i don't even know her but i know but i know by how she staring

she done seen me in that maro and it sound like a mclaren

see me with some money

hope she know that i ain't sharing

that don't mean i'm greedy

just hope that you ain't needy

cause what you got when you come is what you gon' have have you leave me

whishing for a genie and i'm flyer than aladdin

i ain't fly

but homie why you mad then?

i'm a top notch nigga

with top notch swag

all these hatters finna need to mark my ass

why you mad for?

i just wanna know

why you mad for?

you up in the club tryna block my shine

worry bout you don't knock my fly

fly as hell

hatin on me

when these fiends hate me imma make me od

tonight

i don't know what i do to make em' mad at me

but i guess imma keep doing it

don't listen to these niggas when they laugh at me

i just chop it up and screw this shit

musically inclined

still a kook but i refuse to quit

i do this shit for fun

till i get at least 2 milli

who you is and why you mad is two question that i do ask

tnn how dare you laughing at me i'm blowing up fast