Fiu!
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
I feel like these bitches ain't drunk enough
And I'm 'bout to go in my bag
Throw up some cash
Tell 'em we goin' up
And we gon' have a good time
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Fuck it up
But, please don't fuck up my vibe
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Tell the bartender let's start with a bottle of Duce'
A bottle of Hen, a bottle of Crown
And pineapple juice me
Cause we going in
And it's going down
We ain't come here to tear up the club
We popped out to show these bitches some love
And we done spent a whole year in the house
We about to put our feet on your couch
(Fuck your couch nigga)
On Rick James
Pull her hair back pour it in her mouth nigga
And she bet not waste my liquor
Shorty got bounce
(Ping-pong table)
Got shake like the weed man played you
And I just threw up a quick band
All of my niggas keep saying
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
I feel like these bitches ain't drunk enough
And I'm 'bout to go in my bag
Throw up some cash
Tell 'em we goin' up
And we gon' have a good time
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Fuck it up
But, please don't fuck up my vibe
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
I feel like these bitches ain't drunk enough
And I'm 'bout to go in my bag
Throw up some cash
Tell 'em we goin' up
And we gon' have a good time
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Fuck it up
But, please don't fuck up my vibe
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Look at that ass
All of that ass
Baby got cake like a birthday
And she know she fine
Man I gotta make her mine
Fell in love with a dancer tonight
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
All this liquor gotta a nigga feeling alright
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
So T'd up, OG'd up niggas ball
'Til the money fall down like rain
And keep those bottles comin'
We'll keep those hundos comin'
It ain't nothin'
Other side ain't talkin' bout nothin'
Fuck around and have a money fight
We too turnt up on a Monday night
But we all in this bitch like
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
I feel like these bitches ain't drunk enough
And I'm 'bout to go in my bag
Throw up some cash
Tell 'em we goin' up
And we gon' have a good time
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Fuck it up
But, please don't fuck up my vibe
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
I feel like these bitches ain't drunk enough
And I'm 'bout to go in my bag
Throw up some cash
Tell 'em we goin' up
And we gon' have a good time
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Fuck it up
But, please don't fuck up my vibe
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Too drunk to go home
Got too much cash on me
Spent about 5 grand
Got another stash on me
Too drunk to go home
Got too much cash on me
Spent about 5 grand
Got another
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
I feel like these bitches ain't drunk enough
And I'm 'bout to go in my bag
Throw up some cash
Tell 'em we goin' up
And we gon' have a good time
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Fuck it up
But, please don't fuck up my vibe
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
I feel like these bitches ain't drunk enough
And I'm 'bout to go in my bag
Throw up some cash
Tell 'em we goin' up
And we gon' have a good time
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Fuck it up
But, please don't fuck up my vibe
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Too drunk to go home
Got too much cash on me
Spent about 5 grand
Got another stash on me
Too drunk to go home
Got too much cash on me
Spent about 5 grand
Got another
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
I feel like these bitches ain't drunk enough
And I'm 'bout to go in my bag
Throw up some cash
Tell 'em we goin' up
And we gon' have a good time
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Fuck it up
But, please don't fuck up my vibe
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Tell the bartender let's start with a bottle of Duce'
A bottle of Hen, a bottle of Crown
And pineapple juice me
Cause we going in
And it's going down
We ain't come here to tear up the club
We popped out to show these bitches some love
And we done spent a whole year in the house
We about to put our feet on your couch
(Fuck your couch nigga)
On Rick James
Pull her hair back pour it in her mouth nigga
And she bet not waste my liquor
Shorty got bounce
(Ping-pong table)
Got shake like the weed man played you
And I just threw up a quick band
All of my niggas keep saying
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
I feel like these bitches ain't drunk enough
And I'm 'bout to go in my bag
Throw up some cash
Tell 'em we goin' up
And we gon' have a good time
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Fuck it up
But, please don't fuck up my vibe
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
I feel like these bitches ain't drunk enough
And I'm 'bout to go in my bag
Throw up some cash
Tell 'em we goin' up
And we gon' have a good time
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Fuck it up
But, please don't fuck up my vibe
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Look at that ass
All of that ass
Baby got cake like a birthday
And she know she fine
Man I gotta make her mine
Fell in love with a dancer tonight
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
All this liquor gotta a nigga feeling alright
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
So T'd up, OG'd up niggas ball
'Til the money fall down like rain
And keep those bottles comin'
We'll keep those hundos comin'
It ain't nothin'
Other side ain't talkin' bout nothin'
Fuck around and have a money fight
We too turnt up on a Monday night
But we all in this bitch like
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
I feel like these bitches ain't drunk enough
And I'm 'bout to go in my bag
Throw up some cash
Tell 'em we goin' up
And we gon' have a good time
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Fuck it up
But, please don't fuck up my vibe
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
I feel like these bitches ain't drunk enough
And I'm 'bout to go in my bag
Throw up some cash
Tell 'em we goin' up
And we gon' have a good time
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Fuck it up
But, please don't fuck up my vibe
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Too drunk to go home
Got too much cash on me
Spent about 5 grand
Got another stash on me
Too drunk to go home
Got too much cash on me
Spent about 5 grand
Got another
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
I feel like these bitches ain't drunk enough
And I'm 'bout to go in my bag
Throw up some cash
Tell 'em we goin' up
And we gon' have a good time
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Fuck it up
But, please don't fuck up my vibe
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
I feel like these bitches ain't drunk enough
And I'm 'bout to go in my bag
Throw up some cash
Tell 'em we goin' up
And we gon' have a good time
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Fuck it up
But, please don't fuck up my vibe
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Too drunk to go home
Got too much cash on me
Spent about 5 grand
Got another stash on me
Too drunk to go home
Got too much cash on me
Spent about 5 grand
Got another
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Writer(s): Everett Jones
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