Rich Boy - Gla**es lyrics

[Hook] Put your gla** up in the air Put your gla** up in the air, oh Gla** up in the air, oho Put your gla** up in the air, Gla** up in the air, oh, Picture me in a benz, witness me ball again Making a leg band, she beggin me put it in Get a cup, fill it up, look at me, fresh as f** Keep a 45 tucked, n***a tryina plot on us Bottle pouring, diamonds blowing, champagne overflowing In the club toasting, we leaving with gang trophy 32 inch chrome gold, keep the rims frozen Probably ja does open, I'm like a jamaican smoker [Hook] Put your gla** up in the air sponsored links Put your gla** up in the air, oh Gla** up in the air, oho Put your gla** up in the air, Gla** up in the air, oh, Baby get that a** up, make em blow that cash up If you balling my n***a then get your f**in gla** up Aligator crop, top shut down the parking lot Vale in the front, tonight, the whole city hot Playing with gang chips, championship whips Throbbing on hips, with model b**hes with gold lips Step into the club with my n***as where the freeze at She can't be scared, she bounce, baby throw it back Take a look at me, look at the mvp Flash you on the beat, she wanna leave with me Tolt me up, get your gla** up, another cup Roll it up, in the vip, they know it's us [Hook] Put your gla** up in the air Put your gla** up in the air, oh Gla** up in the air, oho Put your gla** up in the air, Gla** up in the air, oh.