D-up Lyrics - Juelz Santana

[Intro: Offset] 

You know what I'm saying 

Rich nigga shit 

It's the only way to go 

Woo! 

Hey! 

[Verse 1: Offset] 

Foreign (foreign), Bugatti's (yea) 

Dirty pistol havin' bodies (brrt) 

Don't know what it cost I just buy it (how much?) 

She a whole 'nother bitch on the molly (woo) 

Havin' them racks, I been havin' them racks (racks) 

Young nigga playin' monopoly (monopoly) 

The devil keep tryna jump all on my back 

But I'm the man, ain't stoppin' me (nah) 

Fuckin' that bitch, she got too attached 

She won't get a call or text from me (brr) 

These niggas takin' my recipe (recipe) 

Money on the right and the left of me (racks) 

Gossippin' just like a bitch my nigga (gossip) 

I'm in the trap cookin' fish my nigga (trap) 

You poppin' so fuck it let's hit my nigga (hit) 

Surrounded by dawgs, they pits my nigga (errr) 

I'm stayin' away from the lames and thotties, I'm bout to get me a profit (profit) 

I'm swervin' the lanes, my engines is 'Rari, 488 a 'Rari 

Excuse me pardon, colorful diamonds like I been playin' sorry (sorry) 

Look at my bitch she a barbie (barbie) 

Double cup sippin' on bar (mud, drank, drank) 

Gotta survive, the coolant it come with the TEC (brrt) 

Run up your check, then you go buy a Patek (run up a check, hey) 

Watery diamond, drippin' splash, wet (drip, splash, splash) 

We got them choppers on deck when we boardin' them jets (aye) 

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[Hook: Quavo] 

I can not fuck up the reup, coco, ski up 

Yeah, I got high paid shooters (high paid) 

I'm tellin' them niggas to D up (D up) 

Drop off, hardball 

Grandpa got a sawed-off (grandpa) 

Can't no work be stepped on (nah) 

None of my niggas gon' fall off 

Jumpin' out the trees with the ski's (with them ski's yeah) 

Pull up on the plug with the fees (with them fees yeah) 

Make her pop a perky on her knees (on her knees yeah) 

I hook-shot that pot like Kareem (hook-shot) 

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[Verse 2: Takeoff & Juelz Santana] 

Championship on my ring 

I make my bitches trap out of Céline 

I put that ice in my watch, Mr. Freeze 

And I'm takin' the P's just to go to Belize 

I need that big gun, I'm talkin' machine 

These pussy niggas just blowin' out steam 

I get it lit 500 degrees 

Chopper hit everything, bada boom bada bing 

Beat the pot with the stamina (beat it) 

Fucking your bitches on cameras (smash) 

I got a bag of that Pamela 

Put it right in the trunk of my tarantula 

That's a spider for you dumb fucks 

Money comin' by the dump trucks 

Bodies lay by the dumpsters 

It's real mobsters amongst us 

Knots, trap out the bando it's hot 

Fuck it invade the spot (spot) 

Wrist watch, I put the wrist in the pot (pot) 

I had to seize the lot 

Tick tock, bitch still on the clock now go get that money for daddy 

Whip rocks, soon as my work hit the block fiends line up for the package 

I need that money, give me the loot 

Play with my money, how silly is you? 

I go to the dealer, I pick and I choose 

I look like Mister T with all my jewels 

If you try take it, I pity the fool 

I take your honey, you Winnie the Pooh 

My niggas got sticks that's bigger than you 

Can't swim with the sharks, then stay in the pool 

[Hook: Quavo] 

I can not fuck up the reup, coco, ski up 

Yeah, I got high paid shooters (high paid) 

I'm tellin' them niggas to D up (D up) 

Drop off, hardball 

Grandpa got a sawed-off (grandpa) 

Can't no work be stepped on (nah) 

None of my niggas gon' fall off 

Jumpin' out the trees with the ski's (with them ski's yeah) 

Pull up on the plug with the fees (with them fees yeah) 

Make her pop a perky on her knees (on her knees yeah) 

I hook-shot that pot like Kareem (hook-shot) 

[Verse 3: Jim Jones & Quavo] 

I was hanging with the dealers then 

Still hanging with the dealers now 

They know I just signed a deal, so they ask how I'm feelin' now 

I still run around and them phone calls 

Pull up, pull the ceiling down (Skrt skrt) 

I bought the crib in Miami though, had to drop a quarter million now 

So, what really talkin' 'bout and New York bring Porsches out 

I be thinkin' the days, that I was stuck in trail 'til the judge had to toss out it 

Summertime bring Forces out 

No socks, with the powder in 'em 

Got my jewels on and my tank-top, big blunts with the loud up in 'em 

Skinny bells with the locks on it 

Soft top with the top on it 

Master piece with the rocks on it 

Big broom with a mop on it 

Extendo clip, put a Glock on it (graow) 

Hotbox, got the cops on me 

Good dope, put a sock on it (dope) 

Try the gang, get popped on it (gang) 

[Hook: Quavo] 

I can not fuck up the reup, coco, ski up 

Yeah, I got high paid shooters (high paid) 

I'm tellin' them niggas to D up (D up) 

Drop off, hardball 

Grandpa got a sawed-off (grandpa) 

Can't no work be stepped on (nah) 

None of my niggas gon' fall off 

Jumpin' out the trees with the ski's (with them ski's yeah) 

Pull up on the plug with the fees (with them fees yeah) 

Make her pop a perky on her knees (on her knees yeah) 

I hook-shot that pot like Kareem (hook-shot)