It’s Up lyrics

[Intro]
(I told that boy, here, let's get up)

[Chorus]
Yeah, he say he want smoke
Yeah, I tell him, come here, let's get up
Yeah, this ho say she want me
Yeah, I told her "Link up and let's f*ck"
I get dough, b*tch, I walk in the bank
Yeah, I tell 'em to give me my money
I'm high as f*ck, b*tch, I can't even think
Yeah, I'm laughing, they asking "What's funny"
I let that ho hit my dope, play my song, hit the dougie
I was just f*cked up and broke, then she dumped me
Yeah, I told that lil' ho she can't f*ck me
Why? 'Cause, b*tch, back then, you dubbed me
I walk in this ho and I'm fresher than f*ck, yes, these designer shoes when I'm kickin' my sh*t
And I know that you don't want no pressure, lil' boy, 'cause this FN stick pop you like a zit

[Verse]
At my shows out there, b*tches showin' tits
I put white-gold diamonds on my wrist
I keep sippin' drank, b*tch, I love this sh*t
Ask her what she thinking, 'cause I love this b*tch
I'm in my rockstar mode, b*tch I'm turnt up
No Stylist sh*t with these shades on, b*tch, I'm lit
Pop a perc, then a molly, I'm geeked up, b*tch, in this muhf*cka, yes, I'm just losin' my sh*t
I'm with my slime, b*tch, yes, we goin' schiz'
Just like a kickflip, b*tch, man, a young n*gga sick
Fully auto stick came with a switch
I got this b*tch and she just came with a b*tch
My shoota, he just put that K in the stick
Old man sh*t, walkin' with a cane in this b*tch
Here with some bloods, b*tch, but yes, I f*ck with them crips
LA with all blue hundreds, RIP to Nip
[Chorus]
Yeah, he say he want smoke
Yeah, I tell him, come here, let's get up
Yeah, this ho say she want me
Yeah, I told her "Link up and let's f*ck"
I get dough, b*tch, I walk in the bank
Yeah, I tell 'em to give me my money
I'm high as f*ck, b*tch, I can't even think
Yeah, I'm laughing, they asking "What's funny"
I let that ho hit my dope, play my song, hit the dougie
I was just f*cked up and broke, then she dumped me
Yeah, I told that lil' ho she can't f*ck me
Why? 'Cause b*tch back then you dumped me
I walk in this ho and I'm fresher than f*ck, yes, these designer shoes when I'm kickin' my sh*t
And I know that you don't want no pressure, lil' boy, 'cause this FN stick pop you like a zit

[Verse 2]
Twin, guess what, what
Damn, these f*ck n*ggas broke
This ho, want my nut, nut
Damn, I can't even go
b*tch, the dark lord just went and hopped in a Ghost
This some top floor Boss sh*t, you already know
I'm the top floor boss in case you didn't know
And I lose a whole lotta b*tches, I be actin' cold
I got this bald head b*tch, she look like Amber Rose
b*tch I'm real deal slime, I'm tryna wipe your nose
I got black sh*t, b*tch, and it's all on my clothes
I gotta real bad b*tch finna give me throat
On all ten, and I'm never gon' fold
Yes, b*tch, you already know, it's lit, in this b*tch wit' my bro
My n*gga hold up, here go the hoes
I gotta fetish, for designer clothes
She ready, she came in with no clothes
b*tch, I'm ready, yes, I'm ready to go
Just like Freddy, this b*tch go, where I go
I stick to code and never fold on my n*ggas, no, no, no, no
I spent like twelve on these lil' kicks, n*gga, it say Prada on the logo
b*tch, yeah, b*tch, let's go, go, go, go
If she suck di*k good, then I might buy this b*tch some new clothes
My boy just put a hundred round on the stick, when he shoot that b*tch, he ain't reload
Ain't no way I'm finna worry 'bout a b*tch, n*gga, rather get this sh*t on my own
[Chorus]
Yeah, he say he want smoke
Yeah, I tell him, come here, let's get up
Yeah, this ho say she want me
Yeah, I told her "Link up and let's f*ck"
I get dough, b*tch, I walk in the bank
Yeah, I tell 'em to give me my money
I'm high as f*ck, b*tch, I can't even think
Yeah, I'm laughing, they asking "What's funny"
I let that ho hit my dope, play my song, hit the dougie
I was just f*cked up and broke, then she dumped me
Yeah, I told that lil' ho she can't f*ck me
Why? 'Cause big bank did, and you dumped me
I walk in this ho and I'm fresher than f*ck, yes, these designer shoes when I'm kickin' my sh*t
And I know that you don't want no pressure, lil' boy, 'cause this FN stick pop you like a zit