b*tch I’m Up lyrics

[Intro]
Aye, we got Ken in this b*tch, aye

[Chorus]
Text that n*gga ‘b*tch I’m up’
I dont treat em nice, I just treat em like a sl*t
I just upped the price, this ain’t that, now its plus
Got your hoe choosing, say he wish that it was us
I don't wanna chit, wanna chat, b*tch I’m up
In love with the money, baby all we do is f*ck
He done graduated, he was f*cking with a cluck
I would link with b*tches, but I really think they suck
Finna text my ex, tell that n*gga b*tch im up

[Verse 1]
Came up on some money, now i don't know how to act
I dont f*ck with blogs, they ain”t never speaking facts
Tryna keep up with me, but can’t even keep a stack (That sh*t crazy)
Thought you had one up, well look at that (Ayе)
Don't ever think its competition, you gonе lose
b*tches thirsty, they could never have the juice
b*tches want applause, I be tellin b*tches boo
b*tches want a bop, can’t get it right it’s a dupe
Aye, The neck blinding, ex want me back
Had to tell him bad timing
Aye, I’m actin brand new, I don’t do the rewinding
Them b*tches throwin shade cause I ain’t never stop shining
[Chorus]
Text that n*gga ‘b*tch I’m up’
I don’t treat em nice, I just treat em like a sl*t
I just upped the price, this ain’t that, now its plus
Got your hoe choosing, say he wish that it was us
I don't wanna chit, wanna chat, b*tch I’m up
In love with the money, baby all we do is f*ck
He done graduated; he was f*cking with a cluck
I would link with b*tches, but I really think they suck
Finna text my ex, tell that n*gga b*tch I’m up

[Verse 2]
Aye, got this old money but I’m hoppin in a new school
Aye, say the pus*y crazy, save my number under loose screw
Took me shopping in the states, but he dating me in Cancun
I could buy a hoe a house, tell these hoes they better make room
Aye, the pus*y ain’t cheap cause the diamonds ain’t either
Aye, b*tch you think he yours, I could turn him to a cheater
Now he call me baby, turned him into a belieber (b*tch, I’m up)
b*tches can’t see me John Cenar (b*tch, I’m up)
Say you love her than designer that b*tch (b*tch, I’m up)
How you don’t like me, but you following a b*tch (b*tch, I’m up)
Macaroni, how it sound when you be in it
Aye, still give me money, and he know I’m independent

[Chorus]
b*tch I’m up
I don’t treat em nice, I just treat em like a sl*t
I just upped the price, this ain’t that, now its plus
Got your hoe choosing, say he wish that it was us
I don't want to chit, want to chat, b*tch I’m up
In love with the money, baby all we do is f*ck
He done graduated; he was f*cking with a cluck
I would link with b*tches, but I really think they suck
Finna text my ex, tell that n*gga b*tch I’m up