[Intro] (Soft female voice – laid back, smoky) Top shelf gal, I don’t sip with the well... [Chorus – Female voice, smooth but confident] Top shelf gal, I don’t sip with the well, Mount Gay XO, got a story to tell. From Bridgetown nights to the L.A. view, If your glass look cheap, I ain’t drinking with you. [Verse 1 – Female voice, calm flex] You hanging in the well, I’m aged in the cask, Oldest in the book, I don’t need to ask. I’m E.S.A. Field, overproof flame, You watered-down whiskey, can’t carry my name. Doorly’s in the glass, got layers so deep, You plastic-cap liquor, just putting folks to sleep. From the rum shop roots to the penthouse sky, I’m a top shelf gal, watch the cheap shots dry. [Chorus] Top shelf gal, I don’t sip with the well, Mount Gay XO, got a story to tell. From Bridgetown nights to the L.A. view, If your glass look cheap, I ain’t drinking with you. [Verse 2 – Female voice, sultry with edge] Smooth with the fire, let the island pour slow, In the smoke, in the breeze, let the high tide flow. I don’t chase no cola, don’t need no disguise, I’m the spirit in the bottle that money can’t buy. You mix for the crowd, I sip for the taste, You rush for a buzz, I’m unbothered with grace. Top shelf only, that’s the standard I set, You stuck in the well, drowning in regret. [Bridge – whispered female ad-libs layered with smooth vox] Pour it slow, let it glow, watch the night ignite, From the island to the coast, everything feels right. Raise your glass, let it last, don’t fade too fast, When you live top shelf, every sip gon’ last. [Chorus – Outro – layered harmonies] Top shelf gal, I don’t sip with the well, Mount Gay XO, got a story to tell. From Bridgetown nights to the L.A. view, If your glass look cheap, I ain’t drinking with you.
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