Curren$y - Gd Up lyrics

[Intro: Lil Wayne] Wake your punk a** up for the two double oh five brother Young Money, the future [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Hot boy in the building Rock hard, hard rock hard body got it in the ceiling, yeah I got burners in the basement money in the mattress Yo look at their faces, taste it Yeah I'm nasty right But my bapes so clean and white look like there's no laces But I'm not your cow So I dont walk around with my tongue out Got a little dough So I can't walk around with my gun out So I keep my gun in Waitin for you to come in I'm comin with that Bang Bang Bugaloo Hey stop lookin at me, hater Or it's gonna be "damn, I ain't look at you" Now look at us, and if you is I bet you lookin up How I come with Young Money in the clutch, like Mike Make me take your lunch money or brunch and your punch Its Weezy Church! [Hook: Lil Wayne] Well I was just ridin in my city ain't stoppin for a hater Make that get off my face if you ain't talkin about cake And if you're talkin to my boys get ya brains blowed out Like the top of every car we probably drive this summer We G'd Up We G'd Up You know we G'd Up We G'd Up You know we [Verse 2: Curren$y] It ain't a secret I got my cake up My rims so big girls checkin their make-up in them Yeah, the watchband on my Jacob the same color as my bapesters Harder than from Japan and I'm fittin to change my name to "You-the-Man" Cause when I ride by girls tell me "You the man" Yeah, Curren$y the hot spitter yes I am Rockin the white polo and a pair of plaid pants I'm on the block in fly boy stance with my argyle socks and my white and green stans Yeah, thats Adidas homie I'm chasin this paper cause I need this money Left one of my girls alone, she's so lonely Don't even want to eat no more, she gettin' boney Yeah, haters see me and say "He's so phoney" Cause I left the price tag on my eveets with woodey [Hook: Lil Wayne] Well I was just ridin in my city ain't stoppin for a hater Make that get off my face if you ain't talkin about cake And if you're talkin to my boys get ya brains blowed out Like the top of every car we probably drive this summer We G'd Up We G'd Up You know we G'd Up (Im G'd up homie) We G'd Up (Maine for President) You know we (Lets get it) [Verse 3: Mack Maine] I'm tryna cop a house in the East for my shop uptown Ride up Apple and E and pop uptown When the time cats run and hide upton When I'm on tour the only time I'm not uptown Now don't be wiggin off that E and get F'd up Thinkin that you're G'd up boy you better ease up We bleed the hood, the hood bleed us But every time we hit the hood, the people hollerin out "Jesus" Become lil nasty, product of his environment Micky Dees firin, the postal wasn't hirin Everyday the boy went to sleep to the sirens And them people swingin round here and they inquirin Who that is supplyin all that love? I wouldn't of crept but I was hollerin out "What up blood" When your relative when I was hollenin "What up cuz" if necessary My pa was a beast, its hereditary, chyea [Hook: Lil Wayne] Well I was just ridin in my city ain't stoppin for a hater Make that get off my face if you ain't talkin about cake And if you're talkin to my boys get ya brains blowed out Like the top of every car we probably drive this summer We G'd Up We G'd Up You know we G'd Up We G'd Up You know we [Outro: Lil Wayne] Young Money (Young Money boy) Young Money (Young Money boys we so fly) We the Future (Cash Money boy) (Cash Money boy) Well I was Just Young Maine, Mack Mack Maine The Hot Spitta, The Hot The Hot Spitta Wizzle F. Baby, please say the baby If not (haha) Shut Up