Money Up Lyrics - Singles - Emerson Windy

Hook 

I got these diamonds all in my chains 

Haters wanna know where I got my money from 

My money from 

My money from 

My money from 

Ain't never been a lame (aye) 

Life still the same, just got my money up 

My money up 

My money up (now we bout to spend) 

Bout to hit the club until we smash out 

Buying up the bar until we pass out (money up) 

I'm know I'm star until I cash out 

I got my money up 

My money up 

My money up 

My money up 

Verse One (2 Chainz) 

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(Hook) 

Second Verse (Emerson Windy) 

(Oside) 

I got these diamonds all in my grill hoe 

I keep Benjamins in my billfold 

My family's what I kill for 

They call me Emerson Windy bitch you know 

Hip hop is what I do it for 

Put a milli up on that YouTube 

I'm on the airwaves I get airplay 

They call airplanes, I'm famous (Awww Yeah) 

Whoop 

Don't blame me, that's the way the O raised me 

I'm a baller baby, I do what I like so that's why you'll never change me 

See I can grab my nuts while you boo-hoo and that's something you can't do 

You mad at me? You should be mad at god cuz that's the way the dude made you 

one ring, two ring, pinky ring three 

I'm from the west coast where them niggas ride on them gold Ds on 3s 

I got these diamonds all in my chain 

I got loud, I got dope for sale 

They call me Windy Boy, that Weedman 

I hand to hand my dope, Awww Yeah 

Windy 

(Hook) 

Third Verse (Hofa Bang) 

Now why they hating on me 

Wave hi on my hiatus 

Bag ya bitch just like a bag of chips 

Give her greasy lips 

Then I frito lay it 

Stack chips, I chase cheese 

Like Chester Cheetah with cheesy fingers 

Now hold up 

Wait one second 

You need to ketchup (catch up) 

Scary nigga you a chicken finger 

Now put yo tail between your legs and hide your head like and ostrich (oh yeah) 

I'm on one like a toilet bowl that I'm shittin on sitting on the potty 

Your money's so underage that it needs a baby sitter 

And if your jealousy had a flavor 

It would probably have the twangy taste of mixed salt and vinegar 

Now ask Carmen San Diego where the fuq is your money (oh yeah) 

On the same place where unicorns live 

And that rare as hell in Never Land 

On a magic school bus with Peter Pan 

Money old like Puff the Dragon 

Make a wish 

Close your eyes 

And blow my dick like a birthday candle 

(Hook)