Young Thug - Up Up and Away lyrics

[Intro: Birdman] Another day, boy, another couple of dollars. Money with this power. Rich Gang, n***a. My young n***as. Big money poppin', boy. Put that on blood, n***a [Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan] New draws, these polo This two seater ridin' solo I got your baby mama with me b**h pointin' at me, tellin', "Baby come and get it" Drivin' real fast, ain't in no lane I ain't gettin' married cause my ho playin Fish fry n***a, you propane I keep my mouth closed, yeah, I soak game All white seats like c**aine The cops come, we don't speak, we don't know names Spent 30 on my wrist, yeah that ho plain Jane Up, up and away Boy I'm so high, boy I'm up, up and away In the car, try to block a n***a in But she know young n***a got away If the door ain't bulletproof a young n***a kick through I don't like white girl but my b**h do I'ma make something shake when the rent due Thugger I'ma make sure that you get through [Hook: Young Thug] Every time I come to town, n***as b**hes come around And I take 'em up, up and away I started from the ground That's when a n***a took off and went up, up and away If a p**y n***a come and wanna play I'ma send his b**h a** up, up and away Beat a n***a bad and I might just pop his a** Send him up and away Up and away Up, up and away Up, up and away Up, up and away Shoot at the cops, send 'em up and away Bite my bars, I'll shoot 'em up anyway Play for him, I don't give a f** what they say [Verse 2: Young Thug] Up up and I ran Molly got me high, I'm lookin' for Tarzan Baby girl would you ride for the man? Would you die for the man? I'm a mothaf**in' go-getter Mink coat got me lookin' like a gorilla Talkin' racks, my floors got doors in ‘em Rollie old and extinct like Godzilla Told my b**h to get my ice out the freezer, n***a Told my b**h to get my ice out the freezer, n***a Cold like an icicle p**y n***a, you a dyke, n***a Three hoes, Thugga tricycle And my ice real platinum like 5 nickels And I'm ballin' like Bryant, no Nichols Tell lil' mama go and get 'em Yeah, go and sick em, go get 'em I got a Tommy, I ain't talkin' Hilfiger And I got a hundred round drum on that mothaf**a Like a Navy Seal, n***a And I'm that n***a, Rich Homie that n***a Rich Homies, YSL those n***as [Hook]