Boss Beezy, Up One - Up One lyrics
[Boss Beezy, Up One - Up One lyrics]
Damn, we up one yeah, we up one
Damn, we up one yeah
Damn, we up one yeah, we up one
Damn, we up one yeah, we up one
Damn, we up one
We be juggin' 'til the sun come
We be runnin' to that money
We don't have fun
We keep big face hun-nit's
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 game on
Told mama I was try'na 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, try'na fuck some
Fake niggas talkin' tough
I don't like them
Beat the case, celebrate, we 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
Damn
Damn, we up one yeah
Damn, we up one yeah, we up one
Damn, we up one yeah, we up one
Damn, we up one
We be juggin' 'til the sun come
We be runnin' to that money
We don't have fun
We keep big face hun-nit's
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 game on
Told mama I was try'na 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, try'na fuck some
Fake niggas talkin' tough
I don't like them
Beat the case, celebrate, we 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
Damn