Rich Homie Quan - Up Up & Away lyrics

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Rich Homie Quan - Up Up & Away lyrics

Another day, boy, another couple of dollars Money with this power. Rich Gang, n***a My young n***as. Big money poppin', boy. Put that on blood, n***a New draws these polo This two seater ridin' solo I got your baby mama with me b**h pointin' at me, tellin', "Baby come and get it" Drivin' real fast, ain't in no lane I ain't gettin' married cause my ho playin Fish fry n***a, you propane I keep my mouth froze, yeah I sold game All white seats like c**aine The cops come, we don't speak, we don't know names Spent 30 on my wrist, yeah that ho playin Up, up and away Blunt so high, boy I'm up, up and away In the car, try to block a n***a in But she know young n***a got away If the door ain't bulletproof a young n***a kick through I don't like white girls but my b**h do I'ma make Sun shade when the rent due Thugger I'ma make sure that you get through Every time I come to town, n***as b**hes come around And I take 'em up, up and away I started from the ground That's when a n***a took off and went up, up and away If a p**y n***a come and wanna play I'ma send this b**h a** up, up and away Beat a n***a bad and I might just pop his a** Send him up and away Up and away Up, up and away Up, up and away Up, up and away Shoot at the cops, send 'em up and away Bite my bars, I'll shoot 'em up anyway Play for him, I don't give a f** what they say Up up and I ran Molly got me high, I'm lookin' for Tarzan Baby girl would you ride for the man? Would you die for the man? I'm a mothaf**in' go-getter Mink coat got me lookin' like a gorilla Talkin' rats, my clothes got dogs in 'em Rollie old and extinct like Godzilla Told a b**h to get my ice out the freezer, n***a Told a b**h to get my ice out the freezer, n***a Cold like an icicle p**y n***a, you a dyke, n***a Three hoes thugga tricycle And my ice real platinum like 5 nickels And I'm ballin' like Bryant, no nichols Tell lil' mama go and get 'em Yeah go and sick em, go get 'em I got a Tommy, I ain't talkin' Hilfiger And I got a hundred round drum on that mothaf**a Like a Navy Seal, n***a And I'm that n***a, Rich Homie that n***a Rich Homies, YSL those n***as

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