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 shit 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 niggas on they flex
They just stay patient, Inshallah that shit 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 nigga, 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, nigga, don’t you stall
Ain’t some trill ones running with you so you can pass baton if you get tired?
Snitch nigga had me feel like Kanye talking through his wire
Snitch nigga had me in my motherfucking 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, nigga
Straight off that stove, straight out that pot, straight off the digi’, nigga
I got God tatted on my face
So when you see me, you see that
Bitch, 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

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 shit 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

All we had was knockoff Campbell’s soup, you know that (All we had)
Now we hang out Lambo roofs and blow that
Young Mike Jackson walking on the moon, my flow that
I’m from where fuck if you say you up, you gotta show that
You ain’t know that, boy?
Make it blizzard, make it snow that hard (You ain't know?)
How you a chief? You was a engine with no motor oil (Uh)
We still running through this paper like it’s no tomorrow (Still is)
I’m gon' end this shit on fire like I’m Joan of Arc, swear to God (I swear)
And when I swear to God, I’m swearing on me (I swear)
We in the Maybach talking flat earth and some money probably (Woo)
They tell you what you wanna hear when you poppin' (Woo)
Don’t die fucking with them killers, Johnny Cochran
Diamonds look like lightning in the winter sky
This that Stove God, Ether, Takeover, that Jigga, Nas, pick a side
Bullets hit your ride, what’s a Bentley when you dead inside? (Woo)
What good is livin' when you dead inside? (Woo)
Blood on your Versace leather
Say I should’ve been out, I'm like "this a better time than ever"
Your favorite rapper fucking with me never
We used to use umbrellas, now we change the weather, whatever
We used to use umbrellas, now we lit

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 shit 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