Lyrics
Yeah...
Me and GP in the hellcat
Red Eye... Skurt
Double Up double get your cash don't fuck it up
Double Up double Up stack your bread nice cuts
Double Up double Up now I'm getting money now you wanna fuck
Double Up double Up Living fast run it up
Run it up run it up run it Up get your cash boy
Double up double up double up make your shit spread boy
Stack your bread get your paper
Get your money nice cuts
Double Up double Up run it Up run it up
I've been on my own and I've been doing me I ain't never never need
I planted the seed to watch it grow and I ain't never never leave
No I got a son and he be on the beats now they yelling D3
And every time I look at him I'm seeing me the apples right next to the tree
Now I am up Now I am up
My moneys right now you wanna to talk
But then I ain't have paper
But the same flow you can get the fuck
I am all about me myself Irene and I no matter the shots that you take to my head
I would never ever die
Sitting high like a Tonka truck old money you a young buck
When they hear this they be going nuts
Feeling myself like some bad struts
Running laps they can't pass us
The way That y'all dress it be so suss
I be fresh like a cold cut
Money money money throw it up
Double Up double get your cash don't fuck it up
Double Up double Up stack your bread nice cuts
Double Up double Up now I'm getting money now you wanna fuck
Double Up double Up Living fast run it up
Run it up run it up run it Up get your cash boy
Double up double up double up make your shit spread boy
Stack your bread get your paper
Get your money nice cuts
Double Up double Up run it Up run it up
Writer(s): Dwayne Barnes
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