Double Up

Yeah, ooo, ooo, ooo, ooooooo Ooo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah It wasn't easy for me Hadda bust up some racks in my jeans Dropping 40-50 a piece Double up what we made in a week, yea It wasn't easy for me Hadda bust up some racks in my jeans Dropping 40-50 a piece Double up what we made in a week, yea Its money to make? Then I'm running cases Duffle bag full of hundreds some faces Tryna get lit but i gotta be patient Gotta lil b*tch and I think that she Asian Forgot her name she think that I'm crazy She wanna f*ck but a n*gga to lazy Now I'm up on with the scope Touchdown keep a rack in my coat Lately i been spazzin' way to hard I spend me some racks just to get me this far Balecnci' the shoes, panties drop to the floor We keepin it goin' she askin' for more Keep that money runnin' up in advance Lit shit, damn I feel like the man Bodies drop when they see it get hot Long way, used to chill on the block Hallways with the wholes in the socks And I want that crib on top of the hills I know if I grind a lot I'll make a mill I'm runnin' it up and I'm keepin' it real These b*tches been callin' Im lovin' the feel They want the packs, I'm runnin it back New Gucci shoes, with no strings attached Hit me for features and I gonna tax Cause I'm on the top and I ain't fallin' back And I'm on the top like I'm taking the pose Bottles been poppin', got stains on my clothes Watch how I move, they been takin' they notes I know that they wanna pop off woah Drop off the top, come apart woah My engine been roarin' too loud I'm runnin' up checks while they runnin' they mouth Yea, yea, yea, yea It wasn't easy for me Hadda bust up some racks in my jeans Dropping 40-50 a piece Double up what we made in a week, yea It wasn't easy for me Hadda bust up some racks in my jeans Dropping 40-50 a piece Double up what we made in a week, yea Its money to make? Then I'm running cases Duffle bag full of hundreds some faces Tryna get lit but i gotta be patient Gotta lil b*tch and I think that she Asian Forgot her name she think that I'm crazy She wanna f*ck but a n*gga to lazy Now I'm up on with the scope Touchdown keep a rack in my coat Now I'm ballin', I'm ballin' These labels keep callin' If I got a band, ima get it no joke I'm droppin' I'm droppin' The bottles keep poppin' I'm bouta take off, better keep it on low My hittas be whilin', I swear that I'm stylin' I came off a brick, I won't go back no more I been workin', I'm workin' My fingers been hurtin' I flex on you n*ggas My pockets been swole It wasn't easy for me Hadda bust up some racks in my jeans Dropping 40-50 a piece Double up what we made in a week, yea It wasn't easy for me Hadda bust up some racks in my jeans Dropping 40-50 a piece Double up what we made in a week, yea Its money to make? Then I'm running cases Duffle bag full of hundreds some faces Tryna get lit but i gotta be patient Gotta lil b*tch and I think that she Asian Forgot her name she think that I'm crazy She wanna f*ck but a n*gga to lazy Now I'm up on with the scope Touchdown keep a rack in my coat Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, ooo, ooo, ooo, ooooooo