Riky Rick, A-Reece - Pick You Up lyrics
[Riky Rick, A-Reece - Pick You Up lyrics]
Woo! Eish! Woo! Eish!
Woo! Eish! Woo!
Right now I'm struggling for money, nigga
When I get on, I'ma hit you up
When I get paid, I'ma hit you up
When I get rich, I'ma lift you up
Right now I'm struggling for moola moola
I get that lambo, I pick you up
When I get that lambo, I pick you up
When I get that lambo, I pick you up
Little niggas saying crime pays
10 mil for my dying days
20 mil for my dying days
Purple flowers for my Zion days
Pour some liquor on my crying days
All my niggas live in memory
When I die to remember me
Hit the Gucci spend a hundred g's
Make a million, put it on the streets
Live and eat, let my niggas eat
Open eyes let the youngins see
Middle finger to the industry
Middle finger to a fake nigga
Don't fuck around, get your cake nigga
Baby mama let her bake with you
Right now I'm struggling for money, nigga
When I get on, I'ma hit you up
When I get paid, I'ma hit you up
When I get rich, I'ma lift you up
Right now I'm struggling for moola moola
I get that lambo, I pick you up
When I get that lambo, I pick you up
When I get that lambo, I pick you up
Right now I'm struggling for money, nigga
Yeah yeah
Yeah uh
Man fuck what's out now
It's just hot now coz I ain't drop yet
What's coming next it's really something else
Name dropping on me
For little recognition but it
Didn't really help
Tour started and I'm head hunted by promoters
You ain't even getting mail
Funny thing bout this whole shit
Making paradise was a living hell
I don't even have a clue
About how the album did
But I know I'm doing well nigga
Black and white Chanel
Vans from across the ocean
Looking like a killer whale
Went from a coach player to a benchsitter
You ain't even on the field
Heard you coming with a follow up
But the show is over for you on the real
We don't follow yall, yall follow us anyway
So I couldn't tell east Side, East Side
Where a nigga at where a nigga fucking live
Big time, this time
I ain't talking record label if
I score a deal real niggas on the rise
Caught em by surprise
This is not a fairytale most cases man
These niggas don't do nothing
When I'm doing this most cases man
These niggas want the juice when
They coming to the crib most cases man
These niggas live in complex
They ain't got a crib most cases man
The bigger half come to me
When I make a split nigga that's real shit
Couple niggas in the city still
Be on a guilt trip
Couldn't even ride for a nigga
Long enough for me to get behind the wheel
What I said goes, if I say so main oath
Getting richer as the day go
If it's bout the money nigga say so
We ain't even gotta make it
About the music nigga
What the fuck do they know
Woo! Eish! Woo!
Right now I'm struggling for money, nigga
When I get on, I'ma hit you up
When I get paid, I'ma hit you up
When I get rich, I'ma lift you up
Right now I'm struggling for moola moola
I get that lambo, I pick you up
When I get that lambo, I pick you up
When I get that lambo, I pick you up
Little niggas saying crime pays
10 mil for my dying days
20 mil for my dying days
Purple flowers for my Zion days
Pour some liquor on my crying days
All my niggas live in memory
When I die to remember me
Hit the Gucci spend a hundred g's
Make a million, put it on the streets
Live and eat, let my niggas eat
Open eyes let the youngins see
Middle finger to the industry
Middle finger to a fake nigga
Don't fuck around, get your cake nigga
Baby mama let her bake with you
Right now I'm struggling for money, nigga
When I get on, I'ma hit you up
When I get paid, I'ma hit you up
When I get rich, I'ma lift you up
Right now I'm struggling for moola moola
I get that lambo, I pick you up
When I get that lambo, I pick you up
When I get that lambo, I pick you up
Right now I'm struggling for money, nigga
Yeah yeah
Yeah uh
Man fuck what's out now
It's just hot now coz I ain't drop yet
What's coming next it's really something else
Name dropping on me
For little recognition but it
Didn't really help
Tour started and I'm head hunted by promoters
You ain't even getting mail
Funny thing bout this whole shit
Making paradise was a living hell
I don't even have a clue
About how the album did
But I know I'm doing well nigga
Black and white Chanel
Vans from across the ocean
Looking like a killer whale
Went from a coach player to a benchsitter
You ain't even on the field
Heard you coming with a follow up
But the show is over for you on the real
We don't follow yall, yall follow us anyway
So I couldn't tell east Side, East Side
Where a nigga at where a nigga fucking live
Big time, this time
I ain't talking record label if
I score a deal real niggas on the rise
Caught em by surprise
This is not a fairytale most cases man
These niggas don't do nothing
When I'm doing this most cases man
These niggas want the juice when
They coming to the crib most cases man
These niggas live in complex
They ain't got a crib most cases man
The bigger half come to me
When I make a split nigga that's real shit
Couple niggas in the city still
Be on a guilt trip
Couldn't even ride for a nigga
Long enough for me to get behind the wheel
What I said goes, if I say so main oath
Getting richer as the day go
If it's bout the money nigga say so
We ain't even gotta make it
About the music nigga
What the fuck do they know