Didac, Quadeca - Batter Up lyrics

Ayy, ayy, okay, ayy ayy, ayy, okay

Yeah the money I make, I stack it up
The shit that I say, I back it up
I'm about to hit it like batter up
And I get cake, not battered up
The money I make, I stack it up
The shit that I say, I back it up
I'm about to hit it like batter up
And I get cake, not battered up

Drop me, ayy you need to pick me up
Heard you feeling bad, girl
Well, you not bad enough
Let me live my life, back off
I'm talking shoulder rubs
Golden state of mind
'Cause you know I'm always
Fucking getting dubs

Ayy i been getting hit's like batter up, uh
I been making bands, but I don't have enough
Uh flowin' on the track like an aqueduct
If you talkin' all that shit
You better back it up
If I said it, then I meant it
I'ma back it up
Hit after hit after hit, better add 'em up
You been actin' like a clown
Got me crackin' up
Get that fuckin' Gucci, Louis
Prada bag and pack it up uh, get out
Like Jordan Peele
Take her out to sushi, I'ma order my eel
My life's like a fuckin' highlight reel
Nobody ever cares how I might feel
So I'ma make 'em feel me, that's how I feel
Sellin' all these records
I ain't after no deal
Hittin' home runs, all these
Bitches tryna steal, facts!
Yeah the money I make, I stack it up
The shit that I say, I back it up
I'm about to hit it like batter up
And I get cake, not battered up
The money I make, I stack it up
The shit that I say, I back it up
I'm about to hit it like batter up
And I get cake, not battered up

I'm strong enough, so I don't lift
Yeah, I just Uber
I keep my business at the forefront
Yeah, I'm like Hooters
I like my girls like my jewels
Yeah, I like 'em naked
Yeah, I don't like bragging too much
So I didn't wanna have to say this
I'm a foreign guy, not a guy
Who only goes four in, like you (You)
And I guess I'm a tool, 'cause I
Get hammered and then screw (Screw)
Double D's in my name (Haha)
Best things, they come in twos
Everyday Halloween, 'cause every day
Yeah, I got a new boo yeah
The money I make, I stack it up
The shit that I say, I back it up
I'm about to hit it like batter up
And I get cake, not battered up
The money I make, I stack it up
The shit that I say, I back it up
I'm about to hit it like batter up
And I get cake, not battered up