Lyrics

Part I: "Up" by Cardi B [Verse 1: Jeeezy] She say he can't fuck with me, she talkin bout her baby father Told her she gon' have to suck today, lil' baby, fuck tomorrow How the fuck is niggas out here broke? They always tryna borrow Told her she can only fuck today, don't wanna fuck tomorrow What? Why? Yeah I know what's best, my nigga, what about it I done fucked this nigga bitch before but I still go around him My bitch caught me cheatin', flipped it on her, yeah I'm mad now All my old bitches ain't on shit, they doin' bad now (Yeah) [Verse 2: DJ] Every bitch I left, they live back with their dad now I done gave my niggas hope, I brung that bag 'round Weird bitch, post me on her socials, got it flagged down Niggas never wanna pay but niggas love to borrow I'm booked, told her not today, I'll prolly come tomorrow Today i'm fresh as fuck, but watch how I come tomorrow My bitch cool as fuck but she came home with two friends If they suck it right then they can move in Floor seats, Crypto, I got my tool in Fourth quarter yellin' "Why the fuck Batum in?" She said if you really from the Clan pull out some blues then Part II: [Verse 1: Jeeezy] If I'on got shit else, just know I got it on Where the fuck was niggas at when I was in the cold? Amiri Skele on my Label askin' what I need, I need Rubi Rose Fourty-five hunnid for these shoes and clothes Crazy all my bitches work at crazy drugs She was broke on her birthday so I just gave it to her I was fuckin' hoes in Montreal, I don't wanna leave the tour All these ones in our section, you can't see our feet no more Cartier cuttin' off my circulation Finally got the bitch I left, congratulations Got these bitches layin' on me like a pack of bacon [Verse 2: DJ] Hoes come easy to masturbate Cut her off, I don't like how been she actin' lately Different bitches every day, I'm not exaggerating Let's it take it slow, just want top, tell her don't get naked Tell the club I need fifty or I can't make it I stay high up in the hills, nobody live by me Pull up on my driveway, my fuckin' ears poppin' We got bottles, we got drank, ain't no beer options Three gram wood got my lungs throbbin' Hoes all on fake pages, bitches real bored Say she love this dick and she'll kill for it Pussy fire, got me happier than Gilmore It's a lot of niggas' bitches that I feel for Part III [Verse 1: DJ] New Ricks, you ain't seen 'em, I'm the first to get 'em Mad at me about these hoes, prolly heard I hit 'em With some grimy dudes, if I wink, they'd hurt a nigga I got ten bitches, all believe I'm a perfect nigga Twelve-fifty on these pants, these ain't purple denim Say her baby daddy rap, I never heard them niggas I got bitches way from Palmdale to Yorba Linda Big lamish, lookin' like I'm floatin' in 'em Room full of smokers, I'm smokin' with 'em Pass the hoes to my bros, yeah, I hope you hit 'em Grew up in the duplex, it had roaches in it Finna take this nigga bitch to see how close I'm getting Twenty-nine-fifty for the fuckin' coat I'm getting Heh-heh, heh [Verse 2: Jeeezy] She was lookin' good as hell, went through her whole page Feel like Smokey when I see it, not a damn thing Makin' bitches leave, how you get backstage? Came a long way from standing at Vermont Station Lame ass niggas chicken on these sack chases Say she tryna make some money, finna back page her Drop Clan Way 3, look like we won again This gon' be the hardest LA Leakers 'til we come again (Talk to 'em) I just got another group of bitches, finna run 'em in If he ain't tryna pay in full, we'll take it sunny then I done ran it up now everybody found me Paid a lot, my jacket rude, I can't make everybody happy I was broke, ain't nobody check up on me, they ain't have me I told my bitches "I'll do anything to make y'all happy" I told my niggas "I'll do anything to keep y'all happy"