Money Up

Gucci belt on my pants hold my money up
Just like this wood, Ima light yo ass up
I slide a vet but you know it's stolen
I'm feeling naked I ain't got my chains on

On my neck I got my ice
I been grindin' day and night
I'm tryna change my life
Play yo cards and roll the dice

You gotta roll yo dice like Roddy
Nigga we winning
Gucci on my back just like my cap
It's hella fitted
White bitches love that frapp
I hit, then nap, I beat the kitten
Givenchy my tee
I go to sleep in expensive linen
For all my fallen soldiers
Don Julio what I'm sippin'
Steppin' Louboutin
You would hate me
If your name Christian
She keep tryna argue lil baby
Mama listen
I got blues for you and all my pockets
Looking crippin'

Gucci belt on my pants hold my money up
Just like this wood, Ima light yo ass up
I slide a vet but you know it's stolen
I'm feeling naked I ain't got my chains on



Credits
Writer(s): Zachariah Shipp-ruiz
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