Up & Down lyrics

[Intro: Saucy Santana]
Big Latto (Latto)
Latto got a lotto
Not hitting the motherf*ckin' jackpot, b*tch
(Tre Trax, I think we got one, haha)
(It's Trax season bruh)

[Chorus: Saucy Santana, Latto]
I'm lookin' for a boss n*gga, not a lost n*gga
Give a f*ck 'bout a hatin' ass hoe (Gotta go)
Bend it over, touch my toes, I'ma take a n*gga soul
Real b*tch'll get down on the floor (On the floor)
Goin' up and down the pole (Uh, yeah)
Up and down the pole (Ayy, ayy)
If you got it, throw some more (Ayy, yeah, ayy)
Up and down she go (Ayy, ayy)

[Verse 1: Saucy Santana]
Knock, knock, them gorillas at the door (Gotta go)
Ready to take it down, slash a n*gga throat (Yeah)
Be for real, boy, you don't want the smoke (No smoke)
I been trappin', been gettin' outta stores
Now I'm up in the A with the Big Latto (Latto)
Musclin' through, call me Johnny Bravo (Yeah)
Real b*tches, y'all hear that sound? (Yeah)
sh*ttin' on them hoes, no Doo Doo Brown
Florida b*tch, ready to scrub the ground
With my Air Force 1's when I'm in they town
Guns and sex, goin' round for round
That n*gga sellin' big bricks, goin' pound for pound
I'm lookin' for a boss n*gga, I'm a boss b*tch
Abracadabra, is you ready for a trick?
I'on need no company, I like commas
f*ck them kids, no baby mama drama (I ain't no damn parent)
[Chorus: Saucy Santana, Latto]
I'm lookin' for a boss n*gga, not a lost n*gga
Give a f*ck 'bout a hatin' ass hoe (Gotta go)
Bend it over, touch my toes, I'ma take a n*gga soul
Real b*tch'll get down on the floor (On the floor)
Goin' up and down the pole (Uh, yeah)
Up and down the pole (Ayy, ayy)
If you got it, throw some more (Ayy, yeah, ayy)
Up and down she go (Ayy, ayy)

[Verse 2: Latto]
Send the baddest b*tches to the V.I.P
I'm a real gutter b*tch and a freak in the sheets
If a n*gga play with me, I ain't keyin' the G
I'ma walk him like a dog, I'ma give him the leash (Yes sir)
I got a face like new-new and a body like Buffy
Might let him hit the Latto if he lucky (If he lucky)
I need a bad boy like Puffy, give him that cuddy
I'ma put it in his mouth 'fore he f*ck me (Uh-huh)
Real freak b*tch, I'll f*ck a n*gga bad
I ain't into girls, but I always stay strapped
f*ck a sneak diss, drop a name on wax
Big chopper bustin', get your wig pushed back
Just turned 21, already up a mil'
I'm the youngest in charge and I do this sh*t for real
Ain't cryin' over n*ggas, I'ma show 'em how it feel
Cut the check on this pus*y, n*gga, do we got a deal? (Uh)
[Chorus: Saucy Santana, Latto]
Lookin' for a boss n*gga, not a lost n*gga
Give a f*ck 'bout a hatin' ass hoe (Gotta go)
Bend it over, touch my toes, I'ma take a n*gga soul
Real b*tch'll get down on the floor (On the floor)
Goin' up and down the pole (Uh, yeah)
Up and down the pole (Ayy, ayy)
If you got it, throw some more (Ayy, yeah, ayy)
Up and down she go (Ayy, ayy)

[Outro: Latto]
Goin' up and down the pole
(Tre Trax, I think we got one, haha)
(It's Trax season bruh)