Hurricane Chris - Guped Up lyrics

(Intro) Work it work it work it… (Hook) I’m in the club, you know wussup Get money over here, we be guaped up Get money over here, we be guaped up Get money over here, we be guaped up If I’m in the club you know wussup Get money over here, we be guaped up Get money over here, we be guaped up Get money over here, we be guaped up Big money, I make that Yall boys ain’t ballin, show me where your cake at She got a body like a goddess Droppin it, slidin down that pole, she go the hardest k**in the whole party sponsored links Plus she got her own money, she be pushin the farrin So tell the DJ to put this on replay I’m pinnin money on er, you would think it was her b-day B-day, with a back like that I might as well throw a few racks yea Bust it open, in your crack Halley Pack, Hurricane, it’s a wrap I told er work it work it work it From belly man that a** look perfect Big bucks over here, hunnid dollar bills Shorty whisperin in my ear, say she on the pill Yea, I’m bout to take er to the room Real live sh**, no this ain’t a cartoon Now she say she wanna put it on me I just hope lil mama notice she dealin with a beast Hurricane (Hook) I’m in the club, you know wussup Get money over here, we be guaped up Get money over here, we be guaped up Get money over here, we be guaped up If I’m in the club you know wussup Get money over here, we be guaped up Get money over here, we be guaped up Get money over here, we be guaped up (Verse) Make it pop girl, go stupid Don’t stop, I’m lovin the way you do it Bend it over like that, keep movin Laid back like a mack I’m the coolest Rubber band full of money, Finna shut the club down, ain’t a damn thing funny Yall boys threw a whole lot of junk change I got dough so I’m bout to make it hurricane Shake it like you got, a** baby a** You can leave with me tonight but I can’t be your man Let me see you get loose as I deuce While I get my lean on, yea I’m sippin that juice So tell me what you really wanna do Baby put yo clothes on, we could leave in that coupe Hundred racks in a black backpack, I’m the truth Make the roof disappear on my car like poof Haters mad cuz they not us They ain’t even gotta fake cuz I’m really guaped up Guess guess who’s back in a big black truck Yea she came here with you but she leavin with us Hurricane (Hook) I’m in the club, you know wussup Get money over here, we be guaped up Get money over here, we be guaped up Get money over here, we be guaped up If I’m in the club you know wussup Get money over here, we be guaped up Get money over here, we be guaped up Get money over here, we be guaped up