Goin Up
Yeah
I remember the way it used to be
Money used to look at me funny
It wasn't used to me
Tried to holla at hoes, hoes was so rude to me
I was like "I ain't rich right now bitch but I'm soon to be"
I'm in my Cadillac Biarritz I'm comin dine
Yo shit aight but have you seen what I done to mine (check out my shit)
Holdin' slab like Don Ke
eight cars with one key
I am 8-3-2, 2-8-1 and 7-1-3
I turned two into four, and then four into mo'
I can't sleep I'm like shit I might as well go get some mo'
Gotta pay me what I'm worth won't be no show for the low
They say money make me act funny
I suppose I'm a hoe
Bad bitch used to laugh at me I remember this shit
Now she saved in my phone as "I can't remember this bitch"
Mr. Lee you my nigga but I been knew you was a bitch
All that stealin' you was doin' how the fuck I'm still rich
I'm goin up
I remember way back when
I knocked but y'all wouldn't let me in
It wasn't my time I was feelin so low
Shit done changed 'cause now I'm on
So much money on my phone
I ain't got time for y'all no mo'
I'm just goin' up
Throwing money in the sky
I'm just goin' up
'Till I die
I'm jut goin' up
Poppin' bottles gettin' high
Almost throwin' up
I can't drive
R-I-P to Nipsey his hustle was so strong
The marathon will continue real niggas won't postpone
It ain't a Nipsey in every city, there are no clones
Just be yourself and if you're able then put your bros on
Got 200 on the dash, I'm doin' half of that
Yeah this check so big, at the deposit they not cashin' that
They like "Ro ain't that the 50 how the fuck you packin' that?"
Nah I can't aim that good but bet I'm gone hit what I'm blastin' at
Sometime I think I'm a comedian, I'm funny to me
What I thought was money back then, nah that ain't money to me
I have no diploma, but scholarships be coming for me
Too big to shit on somebody just 'cause they done it to me
They don't respect you at the bottom
They ignore you in the middle
Then they hate you when you get on top
Well I been up here for a minute and I don't plan on coming down
Get off my dick because this shit won't stop
I'm goin' up
I remember way back when
I knocked but y'all wouldn't let me in
It wasn't my time I was feelin so low
Shit done changed 'cause now I'm on
So much money on my phone
I ain't got time for y'all no mo'
I'm just goin' up
Throwing money in the sky
I'm just goin' up
'Till I die
I'm jut goin' up
Poppin' bottles gettin' high
Almost throwin' up
I can't drive
I remember the way it used to be
Money used to look at me funny
It wasn't used to me
Tried to holla at hoes, hoes was so rude to me
I was like "I ain't rich right now bitch but I'm soon to be"
I'm in my Cadillac Biarritz I'm comin dine
Yo shit aight but have you seen what I done to mine (check out my shit)
Holdin' slab like Don Ke
eight cars with one key
I am 8-3-2, 2-8-1 and 7-1-3
I turned two into four, and then four into mo'
I can't sleep I'm like shit I might as well go get some mo'
Gotta pay me what I'm worth won't be no show for the low
They say money make me act funny
I suppose I'm a hoe
Bad bitch used to laugh at me I remember this shit
Now she saved in my phone as "I can't remember this bitch"
Mr. Lee you my nigga but I been knew you was a bitch
All that stealin' you was doin' how the fuck I'm still rich
I'm goin up
I remember way back when
I knocked but y'all wouldn't let me in
It wasn't my time I was feelin so low
Shit done changed 'cause now I'm on
So much money on my phone
I ain't got time for y'all no mo'
I'm just goin' up
Throwing money in the sky
I'm just goin' up
'Till I die
I'm jut goin' up
Poppin' bottles gettin' high
Almost throwin' up
I can't drive
R-I-P to Nipsey his hustle was so strong
The marathon will continue real niggas won't postpone
It ain't a Nipsey in every city, there are no clones
Just be yourself and if you're able then put your bros on
Got 200 on the dash, I'm doin' half of that
Yeah this check so big, at the deposit they not cashin' that
They like "Ro ain't that the 50 how the fuck you packin' that?"
Nah I can't aim that good but bet I'm gone hit what I'm blastin' at
Sometime I think I'm a comedian, I'm funny to me
What I thought was money back then, nah that ain't money to me
I have no diploma, but scholarships be coming for me
Too big to shit on somebody just 'cause they done it to me
They don't respect you at the bottom
They ignore you in the middle
Then they hate you when you get on top
Well I been up here for a minute and I don't plan on coming down
Get off my dick because this shit won't stop
I'm goin' up
I remember way back when
I knocked but y'all wouldn't let me in
It wasn't my time I was feelin so low
Shit done changed 'cause now I'm on
So much money on my phone
I ain't got time for y'all no mo'
I'm just goin' up
Throwing money in the sky
I'm just goin' up
'Till I die
I'm jut goin' up
Poppin' bottles gettin' high
Almost throwin' up
I can't drive
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Writer(s): Julius Jerome Dunbar, Joseph Wayne Mcvey
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