(Hook)
Bitch, I’m too up, pockets too stuffed,
Hundred racks stuffed, tell ‘em do somethin’.
Got yo’ bitch in my crib, yeah, she too much,
I’m winnin’ back to back, I don’t lose much.
Bitch, I’m too up, I don’t lose sleep,
Whole team eatin’ good, got my wrist on freeze.
Money talk so loud, I don’t hear no beef,
I just count up more, I don’t hear no pleas.
(Verse 1)
Yeah, I’m cool as fuck, neck cold as fuck,
All these lil’ broke boys talk, they slow as fuck.
Got these hoes lined up, wanna blow this nut,
Got your main bitch textin’, wanna hold this cup.
Used to pray for a bag, now I stack that shit,
Used to stress ‘bout the rent, now I laugh at it.
Whole team full of sharks, no cap in this,
Got a freak in my bed, got her gaggin’ quick.
Big Gunna flow, but I talk my shit,
New coupe so clean, cost half a brick.
I don’t flex for the ‘Gram, that’s average shit,
All these blue faces talk — that’s marriage shit.
(Hook)
Bitch, I’m too up, pockets too stuffed,
Hundred racks stuffed, tell ‘em do somethin’.
Got yo’ bitch in my crib, yeah, she too much,
I’m winnin’ back to back, I don’t lose much.
Bitch, I’m too up, I don’t lose sleep,
Whole team eatin’ good, got my wrist on freeze.
Money talk so loud, I don’t hear no beef,
I just count up more, I don’t hear no pleas.
(Verse 2)
Ayy, new drip on my neck like a snowstorm hit,
She gon’ suck it in the coupe, watch the whole car lift.
I don’t trip off shit, I don’t trust no bitch,
But I keep ‘em by the dozen, that’s a ho squad, lit.
Yeah, I pop big shit, got the world on tilt,
Say they love how I move ‘cause I walk no guilt.
Bitch, my bag too heavy, my drink too filthy,
Keep my name in they mouth, but that talk don’t kill me.
Keep that stick close by for the cap-ass clowns,
Got rich, stay real — never dumbin’ it down.
Got bitches on bitches, gettin’ lost in the sound,
I’m the wave, lil’ baby, come and drown, no bounds.
(Hook)
Bitch, I’m too up, pockets too stuffed,
Hundred racks stuffed, tell ‘em do somethin’.
Got yo’ bitch in my crib, yeah, she too much,
I’m winnin’ back to back, I don’t lose much.
Bitch, I’m too up, I don’t lose sleep,
Whole team eatin’ good, got my wrist on freeze.
Money talk so loud, I don’t hear no beef,
I just count up more, I don’t hear no pleas.
(Outro)
Too up, too clean, too rich, too mean,
Too cold, too bold — my shit too seen.
Got racks, got hoes, got life on beam,
Yeah, bitch, I’m too up — livin’ every dream.
theProfessor
