Rich The Kid, Playboi Carti, Famous Dex - Str8 Up lyrics
Rich The Kid [Dimitri Leslie Roger] College Park, Georgia, U.S.
Playboi Carti [Jordan Terrell Carter] Atlanta, Georgia. U.S. 🇺🇸
Famous Dex [Dexter Tiewon Gore Jr.] Chicago, Illinois.U.S.
[Rich The Kid, Playboi Carti, Famous Dex - Str8 Up lyrics]
Oh, oh ah, yeah
That's it right there, bitch
(That's it right there, Gnealz)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Straight up, straight up, straight up
Straight up
Take your bag shit, straight up
On this cash shit, straight up
Countin' cash, bitch
Hey, I'm counting cash, bitch, straight up
And your bitch too basic, straight up
Hey, might just face it, straight up
Hey, I think he laced it, straight up
I think he laced it, straight up
I'm in Saks, no Macy's, straight up
Got 'em goin' crazy, straight up
I just snatched his lady, straight up
Fucked her in a 'Cedes, straight up
Oh, straight up, straight up, straight up
Straight up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, straight up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, straight up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, straight up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, straight up
I've been runnin' to the money
Yeah, I made it, straight up
You run up on me, you better have your maker
Lil bro, you so broke, man
Get your weight up
I threw his bitch up in the ocean, yeah
I'm not a saver
Look at my dreads, tattoo, they
Right on my head
I do not talk with the feds
Run up on me then you're dead
You run up on me then you're dead
Straight up, straight up
I swear I got my cake up
Straight up, straight up
I swear I got my cake up
Oh, straight up, straight up, straight up
Straight up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, straight up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, straight up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, straight up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, straight up
We gettin' money like straight up
Count 100 when I wake up
Diamonds on me, hold my wrists up
I bustin' on her face, uh straight up
In the kitchen, I'ma whip up a cake
More Act', I might pour up an eight
You're flexin' hard but them
Diamonds is fake straight up
Rich Forever got your bitch on a pill
More money, give a fuck 'bout a deal
Rich fo' got your bitch on chill
Fuck a bitch, I get trenches she lyin'
Magazines say I'm fresh with diamonds
Poke her head like straight up
My shooter hit your pinky face up
Oh, straight up, straight up, straight up
Straight up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, straight up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, straight up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, straight up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, straight up
That's it right there, bitch
(That's it right there, Gnealz)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Straight up, straight up, straight up
Straight up
Take your bag shit, straight up
On this cash shit, straight up
Countin' cash, bitch
Hey, I'm counting cash, bitch, straight up
And your bitch too basic, straight up
Hey, might just face it, straight up
Hey, I think he laced it, straight up
I think he laced it, straight up
I'm in Saks, no Macy's, straight up
Got 'em goin' crazy, straight up
I just snatched his lady, straight up
Fucked her in a 'Cedes, straight up
Oh, straight up, straight up, straight up
Straight up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, straight up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, straight up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, straight up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, straight up
I've been runnin' to the money
Yeah, I made it, straight up
You run up on me, you better have your maker
Lil bro, you so broke, man
Get your weight up
I threw his bitch up in the ocean, yeah
I'm not a saver
Look at my dreads, tattoo, they
Right on my head
I do not talk with the feds
Run up on me then you're dead
You run up on me then you're dead
Straight up, straight up
I swear I got my cake up
Straight up, straight up
I swear I got my cake up
Oh, straight up, straight up, straight up
Straight up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, straight up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, straight up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, straight up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, straight up
We gettin' money like straight up
Count 100 when I wake up
Diamonds on me, hold my wrists up
I bustin' on her face, uh straight up
In the kitchen, I'ma whip up a cake
More Act', I might pour up an eight
You're flexin' hard but them
Diamonds is fake straight up
Rich Forever got your bitch on a pill
More money, give a fuck 'bout a deal
Rich fo' got your bitch on chill
Fuck a bitch, I get trenches she lyin'
Magazines say I'm fresh with diamonds
Poke her head like straight up
My shooter hit your pinky face up
Oh, straight up, straight up, straight up
Straight up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, straight up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, straight up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, straight up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, straight up