UP
Whoooo yeaaa Light it Light it Light it
Say Smoove why don't calm down nigga what's wrong wit you
I only wanna be up cause I know too well how the bottom feel
I had to stack up them dolla bills pushing that pack out my mama crib
Now they be calling me up cause I'm getting to it without a deal
Stuffing the safe and my pockets filled put my ambition behind the wheel
I only wanna be up cause I know too well how the bottom feel
I had to stack up them dolla bills pushing that pack out my mama crib
Now they be calling me up cause I'm getting to it without a deal
Stuffing the safe and my pockets filled put my ambition behind the wheel
Yeaaaa If you scared go to church I been putting in work
You got yours of a silver spoon I got mines out the dirt
I was Trappin at my mama house kept some junkies going in and out
Yea them rastas them my patnas they a give a nigga ten a route
I ain't sparing you niggas cause I don't care for you niggas
Big glocks Big knots I came prepared for you niggas
Got it soft but it's hard now you a fuck nigga stay far down
Got two baddies in my car now I was broke baby but I'm a star now
Big dog on da set got all gold on my neck yea
Private Plane nigga John McLain I would die hard for respect yea
Y'all niggas don't know me don't take me back to the old me
Selling doe keys and some dope trees get you two pounds just for 4 G's let's go
I only wanna be up cause I know too well how the bottom feel
I had to stack up them dolla bills pushing that pack out my mama crib
Now they be calling me up cause I'm getting to it without a deal
Stuffing the safe and my pockets filled put my ambition behind the wheel
I only wanna be up cause I know too well how the bottom feel
I had to stack up them dolla bills pushing that pack out my mama crib
Now they be calling me up cause I'm getting to it without a deal
Stuffing the safe and my pockets filled put my ambition behind the wheel
No since in calling me now cause I'm running it up and I ain't looking back
Jumped of the porch cause I wanted a Porsche older I get I just want me a sack
Fill it wit hunnits money on money when I say we run it I'm stating the facts
On my way to it I feel like a king and I say what I mean if you hatin relax
Foot to the pedal let's race to these racks only the real if you fake Issa wrap
I know some baddies in charge of the trap and they ain't takin shorts keep that paper exact
Don't wanna starve you gotta grind light on my feet while mama was sleep
Junkies was coming at 4 in the morning I had em waiting in line up the street
Knew I would get it I had the belief stuck to the script made the budget increase
Stuffing a raw and it's straight out the pound dreaming of buying some foreigns in fleets
Shit getting Baker to Callaway deep scraping the pot till I whip us a cake
I gotta double and triple my pay till it ain't no more room it can't fit in the safe it's the great
I only wanna be up cause I know too well how the bottom feel
I had to stack up them dolla bills pushing that pack out my mama crib
Now they be calling me up cause I'm getting to it without a deal
Stuffing the safe and my pockets filled put my ambition behind the wheel
I only wanna be up cause I know too well how the bottom feel
I had to stack up them dolla bills pushing that pack out my mama crib
Now they be calling me up cause I'm getting to it without a deal
Stuffing the safe and my pockets filled put my ambition behind the wheel
Say Smoove why don't calm down nigga what's wrong wit you
I only wanna be up cause I know too well how the bottom feel
I had to stack up them dolla bills pushing that pack out my mama crib
Now they be calling me up cause I'm getting to it without a deal
Stuffing the safe and my pockets filled put my ambition behind the wheel
I only wanna be up cause I know too well how the bottom feel
I had to stack up them dolla bills pushing that pack out my mama crib
Now they be calling me up cause I'm getting to it without a deal
Stuffing the safe and my pockets filled put my ambition behind the wheel
Yeaaaa If you scared go to church I been putting in work
You got yours of a silver spoon I got mines out the dirt
I was Trappin at my mama house kept some junkies going in and out
Yea them rastas them my patnas they a give a nigga ten a route
I ain't sparing you niggas cause I don't care for you niggas
Big glocks Big knots I came prepared for you niggas
Got it soft but it's hard now you a fuck nigga stay far down
Got two baddies in my car now I was broke baby but I'm a star now
Big dog on da set got all gold on my neck yea
Private Plane nigga John McLain I would die hard for respect yea
Y'all niggas don't know me don't take me back to the old me
Selling doe keys and some dope trees get you two pounds just for 4 G's let's go
I only wanna be up cause I know too well how the bottom feel
I had to stack up them dolla bills pushing that pack out my mama crib
Now they be calling me up cause I'm getting to it without a deal
Stuffing the safe and my pockets filled put my ambition behind the wheel
I only wanna be up cause I know too well how the bottom feel
I had to stack up them dolla bills pushing that pack out my mama crib
Now they be calling me up cause I'm getting to it without a deal
Stuffing the safe and my pockets filled put my ambition behind the wheel
No since in calling me now cause I'm running it up and I ain't looking back
Jumped of the porch cause I wanted a Porsche older I get I just want me a sack
Fill it wit hunnits money on money when I say we run it I'm stating the facts
On my way to it I feel like a king and I say what I mean if you hatin relax
Foot to the pedal let's race to these racks only the real if you fake Issa wrap
I know some baddies in charge of the trap and they ain't takin shorts keep that paper exact
Don't wanna starve you gotta grind light on my feet while mama was sleep
Junkies was coming at 4 in the morning I had em waiting in line up the street
Knew I would get it I had the belief stuck to the script made the budget increase
Stuffing a raw and it's straight out the pound dreaming of buying some foreigns in fleets
Shit getting Baker to Callaway deep scraping the pot till I whip us a cake
I gotta double and triple my pay till it ain't no more room it can't fit in the safe it's the great
I only wanna be up cause I know too well how the bottom feel
I had to stack up them dolla bills pushing that pack out my mama crib
Now they be calling me up cause I'm getting to it without a deal
Stuffing the safe and my pockets filled put my ambition behind the wheel
I only wanna be up cause I know too well how the bottom feel
I had to stack up them dolla bills pushing that pack out my mama crib
Now they be calling me up cause I'm getting to it without a deal
Stuffing the safe and my pockets filled put my ambition behind the wheel
Credits
Writer(s): Courtland Wofford
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