Fredo Santana, Gino Marley - Double Up lyrics

[Fredo Santana, Gino Marley - Double Up lyrics]

Smokin' so much goddamn weed
'cause my nerves bad
Lookin' like the goddamn police? I
Ain't gon' serve yo' ass
Sippin' on the double cup, yeah
That purple splash
Nigga thinkin' boxin' me? Shit
I'ma pop his ass
Finessin', jugg, double up, get my money up
Finessin', jugg, double up, get my money up
Finessin', jugg, double up, get my money up
Finessin', jugg, double up, get my money up

Mary Jane, Mary Jane, Mary Jane
Goddamn, I love smokin' Mary Jane (That gas)
In the trap house whippin' cocaine
(Whip whip)
I love all my bitches ain't got no main
(I love y'all mane)
I turn your T-Shirt red boy (Buh buh buh)
I put them killers on your head boy
(Yo head boy)
One phone call and you dead boy (Dead boy)
Shit, I put that on my dead boy (Folk)
Money talk and I talk that (I talk)
I look like money when I walk past (Boss)
War time, let's spark fire (Buh buh)
You don't wanna cross paths
Cross me then folks dyin' (What?)
Real street nigga, no cosign (What?)
Got a bad bitch on my Facetime
Talkin' 'bout givin' me face time
(That top)
Smokin' on this Kush seed (This kush)
And I got this shit from Cali
Totin' on this 30 (This 30)
Don't need no suckers around me (Nah)

Smokin' so much goddamn weed
'cause my nerves bad
Lookin' like the goddamn police? I
Ain't gon' serve yo' ass
Sippin' on the double cup, yeah
That purple splash
Nigga thinkin' boxin' me? Shit
I'ma pop his ass
Finessin', jugg, double up, get my money up
Finessin', jugg, double up, get my money up
Finessin', jugg, double up, get my money up
Finessin', jugg, double up, get my money up

Finessin', jugg, double up, get my money up
I'm trappin', what's good
Big bank rolls my money up
All my trap spots hot as fuck but
Marley just don't give a fuck
Double up, break it down, bag it up
Trunk loads, I be crammin' 'em
In my trunk, grams in 'em
My Nike bags, the cash in 'em
And since I'm Gino Marley off my name
I be taxin' 'em
High speeds chasin' down the E Way
I just laugh at 'em
All my pockets, cash in 'em
And all my thots, ass on 'em
Talkin' work nigga? Then you know I
Spend my last on 'em
Or tie em' up nigga
Then you know I take a slash from him
Gotta get your money up or get
The fuck away from us
And if we ain't grow up with you nigga
Ain't no shakin' up
I been a hood nigga
Guess that's just the way they raise me up
Young trap nigga
From sun down 'till it's comin' up
Double up, double up, double up
Turn one to a couple 'em
Double up, double up, double up
Finnessin' shit, my money up

Smokin' so much goddamn weed
'cause my nerves bad
Lookin' like the goddamn police? I
Ain't gon' serve yo' ass
Sippin' on the double cup, yeah
That purple splash
Nigga thinkin' boxin' me? Shit
I'ma pop his ass
Finessin', jugg, double up, get my money up
Finessin', jugg, double up, get my money up
Finessin', jugg, double up, get my money up
Finessin', jugg, double up, get my money up

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