50 CENT - We Up lyrics
rate mefeat. Kendrick Lamar & Kidd Kidd
I’m around the bullshit like a matador
I’m used to the bullshit, it don’t matter boy
Corporate acquisitions, accumulations of wealth
Build with the gods and double knowledge of self
Entrepreneur visions, Moulin Rouge religion
That pussy make a weak nigga break down
So which you want, the cheese or the chicks?
You want the chicks but she want the cheese
A bitch gotta eat
I’m having the epiphany, you niggas ain’t shit to me
Worse than the scum in the slum I’m from
I’m a Southside nigga, yeah I’m ‘bout mine
You be that next nigga coroners come outline
You ain’t made of what I’m made of
You a bum nigga with a bum bitch
Your shoes come from Bakers
Counterfeit, fraudulent fakers
What kind of rich nigga bitch look like that?
You all know when we pulling off the lot
Brake hit the button then we pulling down the top
Shine’s on stunting and I’m pulling out a knot
Strapped with the Glock, won’t pull it out a lot
But front, I’ll make it pop
Y’all don’t do it how we do
Niggas ain’t on the shit we on
Everything new, spikes on the Louboutins
We up, nigga
Visualize everything I needed and dream
Penalized every hoe nigga that have a scheme
Guns in your video get you locked in a beam
Me, I kill a nigga quick, no worries, my record clean
Murder one become manslaughter as soon as they brought up
Charity work, parking tickets and no charges
Fuck nigga, you fucked over your father when he gave you a ditch
Should have been a bitch in pajamas
I made my first million fucking dollars
Bought a Bible, oh yeah, God got me
Made my second million dollars, bought a chopper and binocular
I'm scared, this shit don't happen to everybody
I'm on Instagram looking at your favorite singer
Debating on should I fuck her or jump on her single
20 thousand, she got a hell of a …
I'm in her mouth like I knew I can have kids
You all know when we pulling off the lot
Brake hit the button then we pulling down the top
Shine’s on stunting and I’m pulling out a knot
Strapped with the Glock, won’t pull it out a lot
But front, I’ll make it pop
Y’all don’t do it how we do
Niggas ain’t on the shit we on
Everything new, spikes on the Louboutins
We up, nigga
Round the world touring, the city got boring
Bury me a G with a new pair of Jordans
Coupe foreign, top peeled like an orange
Blue Ferrari, so many iron horses
Living life with no worries
My gun got a Zodiac sign, it's a Taurus
Don't make it slam on you like a …
… a gang in a story
Ops, that's your baby, my bad, I'm sorry
She call me daddy too, we should be on Maury
Everything you aren’t flier nigga saw it
Purple label Ralph Lauren, kick game like Atari
You so special, babe, I'm in the restroom
Just keep performing, go girl
About to film a movie and guess who's starring
You all know when we pulling off the lot
Brake hit the button then we pulling down the top
Shine’s on stunting and I’m pulling out a knot
Strapped with the Glock, won’t pull it out a lot
But front, I’ll make it pop
Y’all don’t do it how we do
Niggas ain’t on the shit we on
Everything new, spikes on the Louboutins
We up, nigga
Good pussy for dinner, bomb kush for breakfast
Deep colored VS stones around my neck, bitch
Feels like a nigga dreaming
Feels like a nigga dreaming
