J.R. Writer - Triple Up lyrics
rate meTriple up my money, all my money
Triple up my bitches, all my bitches
Triple up my coke, all my coke
Man, all y’all niggas broke
Rose, rose, rose
That’s all the bitches want
Rose, rose, rose
That’s all the bitches want
I woke up in the spot like I own the bitch
Put my Kobes in the spot where you supposed to sit
Tell my promoter have my guap ‘cause he over grit
Bring a homie a box full of motor six
Never mind the haters, we gonna get the hollow later
Tell ‘em hang it up or they gonna get the operator
In my old bag, nigga, I’m a model gamer
Bitch so bad she could be a bottle waiter
I’m fresh, though, stupid, these don’t drop for weeks
Come dress code, you would think I got to cheat
They get no fly as me or fly as me, I agree
If they ever try to done it, iron on the irony
Who you tryna cheat like y’all was really money getters
When you just ordered up a bottle for 100 niggas
I don’t get it, you get it or don’t get enough?
Me? I’m from Harlem where I gobble up and triple up
Triple up my money, all my money
Triple up my bitches, all my bitches
Triple up my coke, all my coke
Man, all y’all niggas broke
Rose, rose, rose
That’s all the bitches want
Rose, rose, rose
That’s all the bitches want
I’m looking to adopt, tell a friend
They get it top, on the lap, fell intelligent
How could you niggas have a laugh? You don’t ever win
Put the pull up to the spot but they don’t let you in
The club don’t ever play me, I don’t need ID
I’m the reason why they came up with the VIP
I do it BIG as you can see I’m me
Popping bottle after bottle till I’m seeing three
Couple haters in the cut, we ain’t worry about them
Sure to spray the party up, know you heard about them
Hit the skrilla, I’m tryna get a bird a bottom
He ain’t a killer, I ain’t wanna hear a word about him
Get in touch, get in touch unless you in a rush
Getting money ain’t an option, it’s a must
You niggas tough, I’m just tryna get a buck
But you wouldn’t double dare, you know how I triple up
Triple up my money, all my money
Triple up my bitches, all my bitches
Triple up my coke, all my coke
Man, all y’all niggas broke
Rose, rose, rose
That’s all the bitches want
Rose, rose, rose
That’s all the bitches want
