Lil Baby | Top Priority Lyrics

Lil Baby | Top Priority Lyrics

(Top priority, ain’t mad at you)

(Bitches flyin’ all the way from Europe) Yeah

Anybody came around, I turnt them up

Ain’t nobody gave me shit, I earned this stuff

All cap aside who really turnt as us

Academics niggas think they can’t get touched

I don’t be on computers much

Ced turned me on to YouTube

I keep tryna tell them I’m different

From what they use to

We can’t go to war fuck this money up

Is what I tell the bro and them

Everybody wanna be killers now

I ain’t gon’ even go there

I know real steppers with body counts

Don’t nobody know them

I won four M’s off of baccarat

And didn’t even buy nothing

Invest a lil something into MoonPay

Just to try something

Mama get her hair done when she want

She got her own salon

Tryna find a nanny that Jason like

So I can keep him with me

Real gambler

Plenty times I fucked it up and got it right the same night

You ever heard that little joe can change ya life

I’m talking shooting dice

I know that went over they head

And without me more than half of

These rappers wouldn’t have no legs

What I mean is

I’m really the reason

Niggas think they big as me, damn

They couldn’t see the old me

I done revamped

Blue check, I’m verified

That’s if socials stop today

God knows in any circumstance that I’ma find a way

You supposed to have 57 11

But you didn’t have time to wait

I’m talking about Patek

This bitch just turned my savage up

Yeah, I play for the big load

Switching up my Pimping

I been trying to knock a rich hoe

We done did some shit you can’t forget, now you are my real bro

I told them to let it go

They still shot them

I made my first money in the trenches

And I still got it

Every now and then I go an count it

Can’t forget where I come from

Hope the people at my label know I’m not dumb

Get whatever I want, whenever I want it

Then go number one

Top priority they running to me (Yeah)

I’m from poverty what’s a Grammy to me (Yeah)

Money fuck with me it been good to me (Yeah)

Bitches traveling way from Europe to me

Listen to me, talk to me

I don’t want you nagging though

I didn’t want it now you got it

That ain’t nothing to brag about

You been out here playing for the minimum

Watch me Max ’em out

I went from the projects to Zürich

Shoebox to Swiss accounts

Million dollar meetings, collared shirt I left my cup in the car

I’ma bring the ghetto to the light

Can’t leave them stuck in the dark

I just told the lawyers, keep on fighting bro, can’t be stuck in no box

We be posting pictures while we there

We don’t give a fuck about no opps

How she’s not gonna tell her friend

She really fucking a star

She too cute to ride a Uber so I bought her a car

They been trying to catch up with me, I’m just already far

Don’t got a ride, no niggas waves, bro, I’m already gnarly

I’m already gnarly

Don’t got a ride, no niggas waves, bro, I’m already gnarly

I’m already gnarly

This shit lit, I’m in my bag, nobody’s fucking this vibe up

Fucking this vibe up

This shit lit, I’m in my bag, nobody’s fucking this vibe up

Fucking this vibe up

Top priority they running to me (Yeah)

I’m from poverty what’s a Grammy to me (Yeah)

Money fuck with me, it been good to me (Yeah)

Bitches traveling way from Europe to me


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