Double Cup (Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Infamous] Talk to me! This the remix! We the motherfucking best! DJ Infamous! The Double Cup remix! We ain't playing! Let's go! Remix! Remix! The Double Cup remix, motherfucker! [Bridge] What you talking about, money? Money, bitch, I blow it Talking about weed Shawty, come roll it Talking about hoes Yeah, they going What about me? Bitch, I'm rolling [Chorus] (I got my) double cup with my top down Double cup with my top down Double cup with my top down Double cup with my top down [Verse 1: Ace Hood] (Ace Hood!) Let's talk about money Bitch, I get me a whole lot of Stunting in this hoe like a Globe Trotter Leave red on your shirt like a 49er I'm sippin' slow with my mind gone That purple stuff in my styrofoam I'm too stoned, no angie, nigga Bad bitch and her mouth deliver Sweet niggas get choppa feelings I'm getting head with my ceiling missing I'm too trippy, I'm to flithy I'm about bread but don't do jiffy That new Ferrari cost 250 I pull up park but don't play with me You must be crazy, they stay with me Shooter smoking like 420 I smoke good and I fuck better Me and pussy niggas don't go together Boy, I got balls like a prison cellar Cop me a watch with a stupid bezzle My weed loud and my neighboors tripping I'ma made nigga but I don't wash dishes Fuck you if you still hating Your bitch patient, she still waiting [Chorus] (I got my) double cup with my top down Double cup with my top down Double cup with my top down Double cup with my top down [Verse 2: Yo Gotti] I am double cup with my top down Two stems, them blocks down It's war time, no guns down And I'm sipping on that H-Town I'm notorious All my niggas sell angel dust All my niggas rock styrofoam And they doubled up and they have fun I'm on that remix I'm selling remix Hey, this that G shit See them white whips Hey, that's that me shit I'm 'bout my V shit That parade, that white parade I drop the top on that new Phantom This city waved My ghetto ways, my ghetto ways They got me paid I'm double cup and triple stacking I got racks for days And I can't lie, back in the G I used to trap for days They ask me how I get this money A 100 ways, I am [Verse 3: Kirko Bangz] I hold my cup up (They double cup down, know what the hell I'm dranking) I let my top down (They drop the coupe, y'all know what the hell I'm thanking) Say shout out to them Texas niggas (Let them know, let them know) I do this shit for Texas, nigga Young gun of the city got the rock now Niggas wanna see the shooting star, get shot down Please, don't approach with any [?] [?] bitch I'm Bobby Brown Got overdone hump like I'm collar man I been in the Stu like it's shining time I'm back in this bitch and I'm 'bout to take charge When they thought I was flopping, I gotta find I pull up in something them niggas can't fuck with The bitch on the front looking gold like a trumpet The bitch in the passenger, ass like a puppet My pockets on Kermit, we look like The Muppets I don't need no soda, I don't need no crutches To roll with in cup all I need is a tussen Can't pay for these bitches, not part of my buget You saving these bitches with no control button Uh, my cup up my top down (Double cup and my top down) I'm well known in that H-Town From the eastside to the southside to the north To the southwest to the fair road And the [?] summerpoint, let them know [Chorus] (I got my) double cup with my top down Double cup with my top down Double cup with my top down Double cup with my top down [Verse 4: Tiffany Foxx] Talking to a boss bitch I talk about keys, I talk about packs Talk about weed, I talk about crack Talk about Ace, I talk about yacht Talk about cheese, I don't talk to no rats I learned from the best Still go see a nigga while he in the feds Still run this rap shit while I'm in a dress These niggas wanna undress me Then I'm in that category with the rest La Perla on the breast Fuck that when it come to this shit Infamous we the best He said, T. Foxx, kill this shit, get the Smith and Wes Blow out the chest Cavities intestines, wear it on my neck Once she take her last breath Have maggots eat the remains Of her brains till it ain't nothing left And your name on the TEC When I spit a hot 16 So much cake like I robbed sweet 16 Pussy so clean and tight like a virgin So hot should've been on original version [Verse 5: Jim jones] I'm on some Bentley shit with a double cup Two blunts in the air playing double dutch Her and a friend, that's a double up Two 40s on the hip, that's a double trouble You don't want that, don't trouble us Niggas wanna blow till they bubble bust Married to the game, no cuddle up Don't pillow talk if they cuff you up Drop top shit till the sun is up (and) Watch on my wrist cost a 100 bucks (ew) That's for the jeweler, got to flood it up You wanna fuck with us, get your numbers up (go) She jump in the ride, she gon' suck it up My niggas get money and they bust it up You wanna get money then fuck with us But if you fuck with us then you fuck with us Like whoa, whoa, whoa [Chorus] (I got my) double cup with my top down Double cup with my top down Double cup with my top down Double cup with my top down [Verse 6: Snootie Wild] If it ain't that loud I don't want it (I don't want it) I can get it anytime anyday in my city I'm drunked out, I'm joaning I'm up early in the morning Double cuping horny Still count this money I'm 'bout to pull me a 4-o Drop tickets in slow mo Everywere I go-o They be like that yayo Oh, I will get with it, ain't no pitty Gangsta in my city Long nights in that kitchen tryna get it They gon' see my vision Aye, yayo Aye, all I know