Pick You Up
Right now I'm [?] for money
When I get on, I'ma hit you up
When I get paid, I'ma hit you up
When I get rich, I'ma lift you up
Right now I'm [?] for moola moola
I get that lambo, I pick you up
When I get that lambo, I pick you up
When I get that lambo, I pick you up
Little niggas saying crime pays
10 mil for my dying days
20 mil for my dying days
Purple flowers for my [?] days
Pour some liquor on my [?] days
All my niggas live in memory
When I die to remember me
Hit the Gucci spend a hundred g's
Make a million, put it on the streets
Live and eat, let my niggas eat
Open eyes let the youngins see
Middle finger to the industry
Middle finger to a fake nigga
Don't fuck around, get your cake nigga
Baby mama let her bake with you
Right now I'm [?] for money
When I get on, I'ma hit you up
When I get paid, I'ma hit you up
When I get rich, I'ma lift you up
Right now I'm [?] for moola moola
I get that lambo, I pick you up
When I get that lambo, I pick you up
When I get that lambo, I pick you up
Right now I'm [?] for money nigga
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Uh
Man fuck what's out now
It's just hot now coz I ain't drop yet
What's coming next it's really something else
Name dropping on me
For little recognition but it didn't really help
Tour started and I'm head hunted by promoters
You ain't even getting mail
Funny thing bout this whole shit
Making paradise was a living hell
I don't even have a clue about how the album did
But I know I'm doing well nigga
Black and white Chanel, Vans from across the ocean
Looking like a killer whale
Went from a coach player to a benchsitter
You ain't even on the field
Heard you coming with a follow up
But the show is over for you on the real
We don't follow yall, yall follow us anyway
So I couldn't tell
East Side, East Side
Where a nigga at
Where a nigga fucking live
Big time, this time, I ain't talking record label if I score a deal
Real niggas on the rise, caught em by surprise
This is not a fairytale
Most cases man
These niggas don't do nothing when I'm doing this
Most cases man
These niggas want the juice when they coming to the crib
Most cases man
These niggas live in complex, they ain't got a crib
Most cases man
The bigger half come to me when I make a split
Nigga that's real shit
Couple niggas in the city still be on a guilt trip
Couldn't even ride for a nigga
Long enough for me to get behind the wheel
What I said goes, if I say so
Main oath
Getting richer as the day go
If it's bout the money nigga say so
We ain't even gotta make it about the music nigga
What the fuck do they know
When I get on, I'ma hit you up
When I get paid, I'ma hit you up
When I get rich, I'ma lift you up
Right now I'm [?] for moola moola
I get that lambo, I pick you up
When I get that lambo, I pick you up
When I get that lambo, I pick you up
Little niggas saying crime pays
10 mil for my dying days
20 mil for my dying days
Purple flowers for my [?] days
Pour some liquor on my [?] days
All my niggas live in memory
When I die to remember me
Hit the Gucci spend a hundred g's
Make a million, put it on the streets
Live and eat, let my niggas eat
Open eyes let the youngins see
Middle finger to the industry
Middle finger to a fake nigga
Don't fuck around, get your cake nigga
Baby mama let her bake with you
Right now I'm [?] for money
When I get on, I'ma hit you up
When I get paid, I'ma hit you up
When I get rich, I'ma lift you up
Right now I'm [?] for moola moola
I get that lambo, I pick you up
When I get that lambo, I pick you up
When I get that lambo, I pick you up
Right now I'm [?] for money nigga
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Uh
Man fuck what's out now
It's just hot now coz I ain't drop yet
What's coming next it's really something else
Name dropping on me
For little recognition but it didn't really help
Tour started and I'm head hunted by promoters
You ain't even getting mail
Funny thing bout this whole shit
Making paradise was a living hell
I don't even have a clue about how the album did
But I know I'm doing well nigga
Black and white Chanel, Vans from across the ocean
Looking like a killer whale
Went from a coach player to a benchsitter
You ain't even on the field
Heard you coming with a follow up
But the show is over for you on the real
We don't follow yall, yall follow us anyway
So I couldn't tell
East Side, East Side
Where a nigga at
Where a nigga fucking live
Big time, this time, I ain't talking record label if I score a deal
Real niggas on the rise, caught em by surprise
This is not a fairytale
Most cases man
These niggas don't do nothing when I'm doing this
Most cases man
These niggas want the juice when they coming to the crib
Most cases man
These niggas live in complex, they ain't got a crib
Most cases man
The bigger half come to me when I make a split
Nigga that's real shit
Couple niggas in the city still be on a guilt trip
Couldn't even ride for a nigga
Long enough for me to get behind the wheel
What I said goes, if I say so
Main oath
Getting richer as the day go
If it's bout the money nigga say so
We ain't even gotta make it about the music nigga
What the fuck do they know
Credits
Writer(s): Mataboge Lehlogonolo, Makhado Rikhado
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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