Get Yo Money Up

Im smoking Sunday paper but its Saturday
The whole hood a be rich if i had my way
Got all of my plays done early, had a half a day
Every time i roll a honey bourbon its a half a eighth

I know a couple niggas out her ungrateful
I got some hoes in my phone that's not faithful
How the fuck is you broke with a plug?
You keep talking ima hit you with a slug

You keep talking street sweeper put you in a rug
Yea bitch I'm high as fuck i ain't gone hold you up
I'll do your ass like some clothes, i'll fold you up
Nigga try to open on the block, i'll close you up
All i smoke is muthafuckin Za eyes closed as fuck

Boy who the fuck is you? we do not know
I got a Glock on my hip it is not for show
When i walk in this bitch you better hold the door
When i talk in this bitch you better close your throat

Bitch i don't gotta say a lot, if you know you know
Bitch i don't gotta say a lot, i just throw up 4
Big bag like save-a-lot, bitch pockets swole
Bitch you ain't talking bout no money then i gotta go

Bitch you ain't talking bout no money then we gotta go
Brand new Ak-47 with a scope
I can show a couple young niggas how to hit the road

Bitch, get yo money up
Bitch, get yo money up
Bitch, get yo money up
Bitch, get yo money up



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Writer(s): Daniel Jackson
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