UP

Ooo lil bch I'm up Ooo
On hella drugs Ooo
Piss in my cup Ooo
We let the shots out the draco
We fk em up Ooo
I let the bh hit the gas once
Now that bh stuck Ooo
My money taller than you
No I'm not walkin by you
You made a lil thousand or 2
I spent that sh*t on some shoes
Walk in the club with the rocket
Never seen you with bands in yo wallet
We be throwin this sh*t up in Follies
We be throwin this sh*t cuz we got it
We got it

Make them lil racks then I take that sh*t right to the mall
She say boy you be ballin I been doin this sh*t since I crawled
Hop in the wraith and take off (skurt skurt)
Pull up on ya h*e and beat the py till she quit
She spit on the d*ck boy this a freaky lil bch
You bet not be kissin this bch
Put on my shoes and I tied em up
Hopped out the Porsche and I ran it up
Bch I had to get them commas up
Bch I had to gone and double up
Audi I8 swerve in ya face
2 thots and they gay and they came to my place
Ooo hold you breaking the rules
You gone be breakin on news
See this pistol I'm takin yo shoes
We makin juggs in the hallway
We makin juggs and its all day
My pockets fat like Jamal face
You gettin no money you stalling

Ooo lil bch I'm up Ooo
On hella drugs Ooo
Piss in my cup Ooo
We let the shots out the draco
We fk em up Ooo
I let the bh hit the gas once
Now that bh stuck Ooo
My money taller than you
No I'm not walkin by you
You made a lil thousand or 2
I spent that sh*t on some shoes
Walk in the club with the rocket
Never seen you with bands in yo wallet
We be throwin this sh*t up in Follies
We be throwin this sh*t cuz we got it
We got it

Ballin on em go Harlem on em na poppin sh*t I need a moment
State to state I'm pushin weight away I gotta make a way a na hungry

Lil bch I'm up on that gas 2 high to give u 2 fks get a pass
Fk out my face why the hell is you mad... Same mount of shots as the miles on the dash

I say do it she gone do it... Mix the gas wit the fluid
Py na know u loosing... Had ya chance and you blew it

Had them bhes making movies... Popping bottles in jacuzzi
Feel like biggie in my coogi... All of my bhes they bad and they boujee

Killing this sh*t wit no conscience... Lay that pipe on a bch like a plumber
We don't focus on sh*t but the money (Run it up)100's stacked on top of 100s

We move thru the air like a echo... 800 a zip for the petro
Wicked wicked like I'm metro... Yo bhes be digging me like I'm a shevel

Feel like im up Ooo

Ooo lil bch I'm up Ooo
On hella drugs Ooo
Piss in my cup Ooo
We let the shots out the draco
We fk em up Ooo
I let the bh hit the gas once
Now that bh stuck Ooo
My money taller than you
No I'm not walkin by you
You made a lil thousand or 2
I spent that sh*t on some shoes
Walk in the club with the rocket
Never seen you with bands in yo wallet
We be throwin this sh*t up in Follies
We be throwin this sh*t cuz we got it
We got it



Credits
Writer(s): John Gibson, Jared Michael Jackson, Bandit Gang Marco, Erica Shantidra Hunter, Chelsea Watford
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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