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
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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