PayUp! Game, André DeSaint, Ellz - UpNORTH lyrics

Money crisp as denim
Keep mine, I don't let 'em
Chill me before I heat 'em up
Kill 'em I got my Nina tucked
Breaking buds up on Lisa butt
Ray that is, you niggas fucking with me?
You don't hear how gay that is?
Y'all two timing, both ways
Looking like you crossing the
Street ass niggas
Peepin game I'm in the pussy till she queef
She bitter embarrassed
You feed her carrots and best friend it
Friend zone motherfucker never
Trust those motherfuckers
They'll spray you quick tell the
Chick you laying with
You playing with her emotions and
Put a Dream album on
And tell her bout his emotions
You niggas soft as 80's drugs you break
Em up put em in baking soda
I'm like change in sofas when
You broke ain't got capoodle
And your diet tired of Ramen
Noodles and Sam's soda
And momma can see it through you
Of course you'll see it through too
But weak niggas never do
Weak niggas never do what meek
Niggas tell 'em you
Show and prove if you a bad motherfucker
You better fuck a bad mother
Wit some BeBe's Kids
And your last rubber busted cause it
Was in your wallet collecting dust
Now she got another on the
Way and you'll never trust
That bitch my nigga really
I couldn't blame you
She cheated with you so how the
Hell can't she play you?
Pulling strings like a guitar we are
PayUp! Game affiliates my nigga
You a weed jar we'll smoke you, biatch!

Biatch! yeah
PayUp! in this like it's '96 nigga
'95, whatever

Yeah, I was sent from heaven to raise hell
I hated school with others
I never played well
I'm always tryna switch it up
This is phase 12 can't wait for the day that
Everything I say sells
Fuck the stories that they tell
I'm just chilling with my hipster bitch
We be fucking to Sleigh Bells
She quotes me, Jay-Z, and Adele
And eats organic cause she's
Just tryna age well
I hit the ground running
Somebody check the finish line
Me and money go together
Chill and watch us intertwine
Ignoring text message
I ain't tryna give her time
Somebody broke her heart
And now she's begging me to give her mine
But you know that history repeats it'self
Told you I'm the future nigga
I'm just tryna meet myself
Damn it I'm sick, grab your cameras quick
Was born in New York and never
Been a fan of the Knicks
But I'm a fan of your bitch
And that's such a rapper thing to say
I'm either on another planet or
Only a ring away you niggas lose-lose we do
It the winner's way
PayUp! got the floor now so
Fuck what you finna say
And I ain't never wrote
A verse without substance
That's why my message always
Got across like Justice
Ain't nobody listening? Damn
Nigga tough shit
Hang it up, I suggest anything but this
What the fuck, bitch