Tone Mason - Double Up lyrics

[Verse 1 - 50 Cent] Yeah It is what it is, son, n***as can't stand it It's my fifth lap, a n***a been round and round the planet Shorty said ‘Welcome to Miami' Her friends sayin 'Welcome to Miami' Jet-skies, the yacht, the hawk in the backyard Back to back Porshes, a n***a go that hard I love money, n***a this is drug money Laundromat, spin cycle, make it snow money Beef nothin' to a n***a, n***a I'm comfy' Throw a hundred racks on a b**h, I told ya she want me If I want the ho, I get the ho, f** the ho then forget the ho Let a ho be a ho, play the pimp, pay the rent I'm a fly n***a on or off, yeah I buy fly sh** Presidential rolly n***a tell me now, can you buy that? I'm the biggest n***a Southside seen since Fat Cat I tell a n***a s** a dick quick cause I'm strapped back [Hook - 50 Cent] I make it double up, few blocks of raw I, I, I did it, I got to get more I make it double up, baking soda galore Till we in Bentleys and mansions with marble on the floor I make it double up Aye bring me that pyrex Get the baking soda, the ice I'mma show you how you do this sh** You think I don't know what I'm doing but I know what I'm doin [Verse 2 - Hayes] We on the other side of the border chilling with drug lords Tryin put a order in during the drug wars Jay said this is what happens when you disrespect one of us And cut a muhf**a head off right in front of us That's when I said i'm going back to cali My man said he going back to cali I know some Mexicans in Arizona I'm cool with I'd rather slang that than come and deal with this bullsh** ‘cause I ain't gonna budge Pay me or die g, dog, it ain't no love n***as know who they owe My number ain't changed b**h Front door service put one in your brain quick Could've put it right in your chest close range sh** Watch you die slow let you know who you playin' with f** all that swearin' to god, promise and prayin' sh** I ain't a big sob story fan, I'm spraying sh** 12 gauge, AR-15, AK'n sh** Pa**enger seat's gon' get k**ed, I'm sayin' this princ-i-pals We don't draw the line at drug dealing, we crim-i-nals Goin' all out Before I say you played me I'll go in ya'll house And get k**ed there or blow your f**ing brains out You gotta bring your a** to get some You gotta make cash to spend some And I ain't a victim mothaf**a Hayes