A.r. Kane - Up lyrics

Back up Money comin' through Back up Money comin' through Back up Money comin' through Back up Money comin' through See them 2 chicks call that a double-up See that black Range, call that an armored truck Move them ropes b**h This ain't double dutch 20 years career money Y'all n***az knockin' up Pop champagne Call that a bubble up Chicks came back But I ain't trying to cuddle up 31 flavours, talkin' about the cars My garage like a rainbow Like the juice in my cup But I ain't tryna brag though Haters move too slow Y'all better step it up If you're the sh** up in this club Like I am in this club Then throw your middle fingers up We all stars Shots at the bar We know who we are So haters Back up Money comin' through Back up Money comin' through Back up Money comin' through Back up Money comin' through Money in the bag Call that a robbery Shorty seen the a** Now he wanna swallow me Mad Max swag You hoes at the dollar tree They wonder where I'm at You hoes better follow me Gone in the brain, I need a lobotomy Keep that thang, clean on the side of me Diamonds in my chain Think I won the lottery Haters wanna hate But they don't even bother me Wait, there's money in the building Cash so long I can stack it to the ceiling You ain't makin' mills Then you ain't even appealing Now with my n***a Kells, go and tell them how we feeling We all stars Shots at the bar We know who we are So haters Back up Money comin' through Back up Money comin' through Back up Money comin' through Back up Money comin' through