In My Cup (feat. Trap S8b)
Ooh
Ah Ah
What the fuck?
What the fuck?
What the fuck?
What the fuck?
Scoring bottles pour some wock up in my cup
Foreign models in the drop we goin up
Had to kick her out the spot she throwing up
See y'all niggas at the top I'm blowing up
If you can't pay the fee then we ain't showing up
Member they hated me now Chavo glowing up
But really its plain to see that I've been growing up
The money, The Fame, The Cheese, that girl is so in love
I fuck a foreign hoe, lil model every week
She wanna fuck on me and fuck up on my team
She wanna fuck on me and fuck up on my team
Rockin these Vlone rockstar jeans
I was in the trap I was flippin packs
Imma spend some racks, Ima get em back
I know that my money so long so I'm finna get me a strap
Your girl is in love with my songs, so you are not getting her back
And she just wanna roll off the cocaine
Pouring up and moving slow off the codeine
Mixing 33 with chrome, yeah you know me
Hollywood is where I roam, that's my domain
She gon give the throat to the homies
How you ask for dough but you owe me?
Big body, with some thotties and the brozays
Scoring bottles pour some wock up in my cup
Foreign models in the drop we goin up
Had to kick her out the spot she throwing up
See y'all niggas at the top I'm blowing up
If you can't pay the fee then we ain't showing up
Member they hated me now Chavo glowing up
But really its plain to see that I've been growing up
The money, The Fame, The Cheese, that girl is so in love
Ah Ah
What the fuck?
What the fuck?
What the fuck?
What the fuck?
Scoring bottles pour some wock up in my cup
Foreign models in the drop we goin up
Had to kick her out the spot she throwing up
See y'all niggas at the top I'm blowing up
If you can't pay the fee then we ain't showing up
Member they hated me now Chavo glowing up
But really its plain to see that I've been growing up
The money, The Fame, The Cheese, that girl is so in love
I fuck a foreign hoe, lil model every week
She wanna fuck on me and fuck up on my team
She wanna fuck on me and fuck up on my team
Rockin these Vlone rockstar jeans
I was in the trap I was flippin packs
Imma spend some racks, Ima get em back
I know that my money so long so I'm finna get me a strap
Your girl is in love with my songs, so you are not getting her back
And she just wanna roll off the cocaine
Pouring up and moving slow off the codeine
Mixing 33 with chrome, yeah you know me
Hollywood is where I roam, that's my domain
She gon give the throat to the homies
How you ask for dough but you owe me?
Big body, with some thotties and the brozays
Scoring bottles pour some wock up in my cup
Foreign models in the drop we goin up
Had to kick her out the spot she throwing up
See y'all niggas at the top I'm blowing up
If you can't pay the fee then we ain't showing up
Member they hated me now Chavo glowing up
But really its plain to see that I've been growing up
The money, The Fame, The Cheese, that girl is so in love
Credits
Writer(s): Angel Frazier
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