Str8 Up Lyrics - Playboi Carti

[Intro] 

Oh, oh 

Ah, yeah 

That's it right there bitch 

Yah, yah, yah 

Straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up 

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti] 

Take (?) shit straight up 

On this cash shit, straight up 

Counting cash bitch 

Hey I'm counting cash bitch, straight up 

And your bitch too basic, straight up 

Hey might just face it, straight up 

Hey, I think he laced it, straight up 

I think he laced it straight up 

I'm in Saks, no Macy's, straight up 

Got 'em going crazy, straight up 

I just snatched his lady, straight up 

Fucked her in a 'Cedes, straight up 

[Hook: Playboi Carti] 

Oh, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up 

Yah, yah, yah, yah, straight up 

Yah, yah, yah, yah, straight up 

Yah, yah, yah, yah, straight up 

Yah, yah, yah, yah, straight up 

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[Verse 2: Famous Dex] 

I've been running to the money, yeah I made it straight up 

You run up on me, you better have your maker 

Lil bro, you so broke, man get your weight up 

I threw his bitch up in the ocean, yeah I'm not a saver 

Look at my dress, red on my head, I (?) with the feds 

Run up on me then you're dead 

You run up on me, then you're dead 

Straight up, straight up, I swear I got my cake up 

Straight up, straight up, I swear I got my cake up 

[Hook: Playboi Carti] 

Oh, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up 

Yah, yah, yah, yah, straight up 

Yah, yah, yah, yah, straight up 

Yah, yah, yah, yah, straight up 

Yah, yah, yah, yah, straight up 

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[Verse 3: Rich The Kid] 

We getting money like straight up 

Count 100 when I wake up 

Diamonds on me, hold my wrists up 

I busting on her face uh 

Straight up 

In the kitchen I'ma whip up a cake 

More Act', I might pour up an eight 

You're flexing hard but them diamonds is fake 

Straight up 

Rich forever, got your bitch on a pill 

More money, give a fuck bout a deal 

Rich (?) got your bitch on chill 

Fuck a bitch, I get trenches she lying 

Magazines say I'm fresh with diamonds 

Poke her head like straight up 

My shooter hit your pinky face up 

[Hook: Playboi Carti] 

Oh, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up 

Yah, yah, yah, yah, straight up 

Yah, yah, yah, yah, straight up 

Yah, yah, yah, yah, straight up 

Yah, yah, yah, yah, straight up