Chris Marshall - Funds Up lyrics

[Intro: Jai Musiq] Yeah a young n***a got the funds up Funds up Stay down. Come up Yeah, yeah, yeah [Hook x2: Jai Musiq & That Boy Cortez] Yeah a young n***a got the funds up. (Funds up, funds up) My n***as stayed down til the come up. (Come up, come up) Back in the day I was f**ed up, (I was f**ed up bad) Now a young n***a on the come up Now I'm just stacking my funds up [Verse 1: Jai Musiq & DJ Chris Cross] Young Josh, finessing all of these juug motions 20/20 vision, can't lose focus. Though I'm pretty sure my old girls still hoping On my downfall. Through doping, so a Red Bull be the perfect potion. (Trippy!) Me and my team, get bout hella the rings, got more b**hes than an ice cream social You can say we local, but a n***a got his funds up. (Damn!) Don't be lazy baby, arch ya back and get them buns up. (Bend it over) n***as claiming they real, but they all baloney like cold cuts That's why I don't trust, cause damn near all these females flaky like pie crust. (f** 'em) That's why I lust. Love lost. Tryna get straight to the cash. (Yuh) Coming up, funds up, making all this money fast. (Better know it!) I-55 and you know that I'm doing the dash. (Skrrrrrt!) Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, swerving on hoes... They wanna see me crash. (beep beep) So I stay in my lane, my whole team equipped to go get to some change, we running the game And you know the names, straight out the 901 my n***a, the new Memphis mane And ain't nothing changed but the fame, you can have it... Just want hunnids in my sock now Back then they didn't want me, but your b**h calling cause I'm hot now. (Yup!) [Bridge: Jai Musiq] My n***a we grinding, a young n***a shining We straight out the 9, and we ready to go Your girl at our shows and, the chains we got golden And we never folding, we ready to blow [Hook x2] [Verse 2: That Boy Cortez & Chris Cross] Now a young n***a got my F-U-N-D-S up We the greatest, so don't even put your best up. (Better bet it) Super hot dog, boy gon head and catch up Saying you a real n***a, boy gon head and 'fess up. (Don't tell 'em) At your girl house watching Netflix with my feet up. (Chillin'!) Grabbing a**, kissing neck, drinking Ciroc out the paper cup. (Pitch and swing!) Counting so much money boy, I got paper cuts. (Ouch!) With the Swisher, I'm a surgeon. Dumping out hella guts Steady using errors and just to say f**ing commas up You a minion boy, take ya time, you ain't gotta rush. (Woo!) Like a pimple on ya face, I love when that p**y make me bust. (Sheesh!) And if you didn't know, Chris Cross got them funds up. (That's me!) Juug Man got them commas (my n***a!), President like Obama Got snakes in the gra**, n***a. n***a, keep your lawns cut On a mission tryna get a house. Tryna put my moms up More ice than Isis. n***a better put them bombs up, got my funds up