Fuck Is Up
Ok now paper paper
Mucho dinero
I'm talking mula
I be cheering to the money
High and happy yelling hoorah!
And I see that you know me
But I do not know
Who you are
But I be busting rhymes
Like that rapper
That told you "Woo Ha!"
Betta stay woke
Like that rooster
When it cockle-doodle-do-ha
If you think
You gon stop a shooting star
I'm bout to shoot up
Take off
I'm taking they face off
Fucking up the stage
The game
But still I stay soft
Get up on the stage
And shake it
Like Holuuup Gank Gank
Pinky will remain the same
Smoke pack
And make bank
Like what's the tea
Can give a flying fuck
If you don't fuck with me
Cuz imma stay fly and high
And luckily
I'm in my own lane
Feeling lovely
Mad cuz your baby mova
Is in love with me
You both at the back of my show
But I bet you ain't know
Y'all both me fucking me
Holuuup
I see your mad ass
At the back of my show
Oh you don't like me
Off your ticket
I am making dough
Hello
Yeah fuck is up
Fuck is up
Ok, can a young Queen
Get money anymore
If it ain't bout that money
Tell me what you grinding for
Yeah Fuck is up
Fuck is up
All up on my line
While I'm on my grind
You standing in line
Money on my mind
I'm mindful
That you mad
You can't get inside
This club or my brain
I'm doing my thing
My titties jang-a-lang
Rest In Peace to Bernie Mack
Aye
I ain't got a lot
But the way I shake it
You'd sworn it's phat
That motherfucker
I be it
And I be doing that
Swear you going hard
But then where you going at
After that
You don't crank it
How I crank it
Smoke or drink
What I be drinking
I be military minded
You ain't ranking
How I'm ranking
My bitches know the drill
They gimme me gwop
And gimme spanking
Bitches know the drill
Gimme Gwop
Or get a spanking
Get a grip
You not fucking with
Nothing that I did
Nothing that I done
My city I run
Killing shit for fun
DC where I'm from
I'm not ducking none
I want every crum
I'm not fucking done
I'm the fucking one
I see your mad ass
At the back of my show
Oh you don't like me
Off your ticket
I am making dough
Hello
Yeah fuck is up
Fuck is up
Ok, can a young Queen
Get money anymore
If it ain't bout that money
Tell me what you grinding for
Yeah Fuck is up
Fuck is up
Holuuup
Mucho dinero
I'm talking mula
I be cheering to the money
High and happy yelling hoorah!
And I see that you know me
But I do not know
Who you are
But I be busting rhymes
Like that rapper
That told you "Woo Ha!"
Betta stay woke
Like that rooster
When it cockle-doodle-do-ha
If you think
You gon stop a shooting star
I'm bout to shoot up
Take off
I'm taking they face off
Fucking up the stage
The game
But still I stay soft
Get up on the stage
And shake it
Like Holuuup Gank Gank
Pinky will remain the same
Smoke pack
And make bank
Like what's the tea
Can give a flying fuck
If you don't fuck with me
Cuz imma stay fly and high
And luckily
I'm in my own lane
Feeling lovely
Mad cuz your baby mova
Is in love with me
You both at the back of my show
But I bet you ain't know
Y'all both me fucking me
Holuuup
I see your mad ass
At the back of my show
Oh you don't like me
Off your ticket
I am making dough
Hello
Yeah fuck is up
Fuck is up
Ok, can a young Queen
Get money anymore
If it ain't bout that money
Tell me what you grinding for
Yeah Fuck is up
Fuck is up
All up on my line
While I'm on my grind
You standing in line
Money on my mind
I'm mindful
That you mad
You can't get inside
This club or my brain
I'm doing my thing
My titties jang-a-lang
Rest In Peace to Bernie Mack
Aye
I ain't got a lot
But the way I shake it
You'd sworn it's phat
That motherfucker
I be it
And I be doing that
Swear you going hard
But then where you going at
After that
You don't crank it
How I crank it
Smoke or drink
What I be drinking
I be military minded
You ain't ranking
How I'm ranking
My bitches know the drill
They gimme me gwop
And gimme spanking
Bitches know the drill
Gimme Gwop
Or get a spanking
Get a grip
You not fucking with
Nothing that I did
Nothing that I done
My city I run
Killing shit for fun
DC where I'm from
I'm not ducking none
I want every crum
I'm not fucking done
I'm the fucking one
I see your mad ass
At the back of my show
Oh you don't like me
Off your ticket
I am making dough
Hello
Yeah fuck is up
Fuck is up
Ok, can a young Queen
Get money anymore
If it ain't bout that money
Tell me what you grinding for
Yeah Fuck is up
Fuck is up
Holuuup
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Writer(s): Lonika Atkinson
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