Mook TBG, Boss Beezy - Up One (Remastered) lyrics

Damn (Chad G) , we up one yeah, we up one
Damn, we up one yeah (yeah)
Damn, we up one yeah, we up one
Damn, we up one yeah, we up one (Up one)

Damn, we up one
We be juggin' all night 'til the sun come
We be runnin' to that money
We don't have fun
We keep big face hunnids, we don't keep ones
My partna' crippin', come
Through creepin', get 'em all gone
He talk about me, wanna be me
Movin' all wrong we smoke big strongs
Pockets look like King Kong
I'm on a ringtone
Foreign bitch like ching-chong
Money keep cuttin' niggas fingers
Put my gang on
Told mama, "I was tryna get it"
I ain't comin' home
Got bitches all across the world
I did 'em all wrong
Got niggas I still gotta talk
To through a jail phone

Damn, we up one yeah, we up one
Damn, we up one whoa, we up one
Damn, we up one yeah, we up one
Damn, we up one yeah, we up one

We up one, we up one
Bad bitches in my face, tryna fuck some
Fake niggas talkin' tough
I don't like 'em
Beat the case, celebrate, we up one (Up one)
They don't like me
'Cause I'm married to the money
That's my wifey
Bitch brown like sugar, honey, iced tea
Play with gang
I ain't takin' that shit lightly
Threw my old bitch away, she was triflin'
I went to the hood wit' my Rollie'
This ain't Breitling
Thumbin' through this cash
Only thing excite me
I got so much money, these niggas
They wanna fight me

Damn, we up one yeah, we up one
Damn, we up one whoa, we up one
Damn, we up one yeah, we up one
Damn, we up one yeah, we up one (We up one)

Damn