Yella Beezy - Up One (Remix) lyrics

I got, big rocks, big chain, big watch Big beans, big Glocks, big bales, big blocks All gold Rollie, no tick tock f** your ho, in my flip flops Kickin' this sh**, no gym socks Ask about me n***a, I been hot It ain't 'bout money? n***a kick rocks That's all facts, no Xerox Bust a couple shots, make it clear out You p**y a** n***a, I don't hear about I'm up one, up one, up one, up one I'm up one, up one, I'm up one, I'm up one I'm up one, don't make me bust one This big chopper, he'll touch somethin' Order now n***a, I'ma buck somethin' n***a think I ain't shootin', I'll sunk somethin' Hop out the whip, hoes come runnin' Man that silly a** b**h, I ain't gon' f** nothin' Ho stop playin' games, come s** somethin' Hey, bend it over, put it on your bu*t honey Hey, watch presidential, get top in a rental Hopped in a Sprinter, fly individual Big guap, thick knots, check my credentials Kick back, keep it player, ride with the n***a Cup full of mud runnin' up in my liver Pray to god they don't put me in the hospital Can't touch me boy, I'm too hot n***a All these little bitty b**hes gon' bop n***a Had to hide these rocks on my jock n***a If he playin' I'ma shoot him off top n***a Boy I spent thirty K on my watch n***a Put dick all in your ho crotch n***a Poppin' sh**, poppin' sh**, yeah I pop n***as Got a lick, got a lick, on a house n***a Hell nah I ain't stuntin' you stank hoes Street, yeah RIP Bankroll I got, big rocks, big chain, big watch Big beans, big Glocks, big bales, big blocks All gold Rollie, no tick tock f** your ho in my flip flops Kickin' this sh**, no gym socks Ask about me n***a, I been hot It ain't 'bout money? n***a kick rocks That's all facts, no xerox Bust a couple shots, make it clear out You p**y a** n***a, I don't hear about I'm up one, up one, up one, up one I'm up one, up one, I'm up one, I'm up one Never let a bit n***a take my shine f** waitin' around n***a, I'ma take mine I'm up one now but it took a little time Patek Philippe for my time Free lil bro, he brought the MAC's out Standin' on stage with my strap out Everywhere I go I got them racks out n***a try to take mine, it's a blackout I'm gettin' money for real, I had a mil, before the deal, yeah I get them pounds every week, I'm never off beat, I stay in the streets, yeah n***as be sayin' they want beef, but soon as we meet, they want to speak, yeah Count this money 'til I fall off I'm LeBron the way I ball out n***as run and hide when them rods out Man that sh** wasn't sweet, I took the hard route I'm in Dallas, I got all my chains on She keep callin' my line so I changed phones Hop out, who you? who you? bruh shoot Run with the gang, we gon' pull up in groups Get you knocked down for a new pair of shoes I got, big rocks, big chain, big watch Big beans, big Glocks, big bales, big blocks All gold Rollie, no tick tock f** your ho in my flip flops Kickin' this sh**, no gym socks Ask about me n***a, I been hot It ain't 'bout money? n***a kick rocks That's all facts, no xerox Bust a couple shots, make it clear out You p**y a** n***a, I don't hear about I'm up one, up one, up one, up one I'm up one, up one, I'm up one, I'm up one Pay big bank, take lil bank She booted on the molly, I'm on a lil drank Come fly by me, I want a lil face Think about it, I don't want relations with the lil skank Not Tay-K but I'm on the race Big desert eagle, keep it on my waist Motherf** a hater, yeah they gonna hate Fall back lil b**h, nah I don't go on dates Yeah I stay sippin' on the sizzurp Got a lot of ice like a blizzard What's crackin' n***a? what's the wizzard? In the trap doin' magic like a wizzard Sip me a four, n***a slizzard Smart ho givin' brain like a nizzard I ain't gettin' money, what you say, come again sir? s**ed off in the loft, gettin' top's where I been sir Gettin' drunk, gettin' full of this Henn sir In my pants, yeah I keep about ten sir I'm a loner, no I don't need friends sir Got about ten bad b**hes in the Benz sir Don't ask me 'bout that ho house, I ain't went there Broke, been a long time since I been there Boy you n***as stressin' out, you got thin hair My son ain't born yet but he got about ten pair Guccis I got, big rocks, big chain, big watch Big beans, big Glocks, big bales, big blocks All gold Rollie, no tick tock f** your ho in my flip flops Kickin' this sh**, no gym socks Ask about me n***a, I been hot It ain't 'bout money? n***a kick rocks That's all facts, no xerox Bust a couple shots, make it clear out You p**y a** n***a, I don't hear about I'm up one, up one, up one, up one I'm up one, up one, I'm up one, I'm up one