Step It Up Lyrics

Betta go step it up Ya cookies

No homie

I am no rookie

I don't need no favors

I got partnas wit flavas

Pull up and get it

Dressed in all black

Dark Vader

Tombstone'n shit

Undertaker

Pocket full blue cheese

Wit a laser

My shoes from

Italian tailor

Up early on em

Tryna get the paper

Call me P the barber

Givin out fades

These clippers hittin heads

Like tappers

Workin this wheel of fortune

Miss vanna white

Step it up, no stepped on

Call me Drew Carey cuz

The price is right

The meeting went well

The numbers looking nice

I'm married to the money

Throw it up

Like rice

Stamp me as household name

Like fisher price

Call me Mr. Clean

You know da boy is nice

I stepped it up

They put me on pedestal

Dip me in gold

I look like heisman

These bitch love to spit shine me

Look at the way

Me and my partnas been grindin

I'm on money moves

I'm on money moves yea

Ain't no time for the lackin

I can't lose yea

I'm on money moves

I'm Count it up

Watch me stack it

I'm on money moves

I gotta get it

I gotta have it

I'm on money moves, yea

I'm on money moves, yea

First thing i did

When i stepped it up

My circle got smaller

I stay clean like the lean

Challenge me

Mortal Kombat style

Im splittin shit

Call me

Kung Lao

Serve it hot

Like Kung Pao

My tools

Smokin heavy

I call em blackNmilds

I should be On a stage

Rockin woodstock crowds

Like JG Wentworth

I need my money

Right now

Gimme the loot, gimme the loot

I need thaat

Right now

U in the way

Taking up space

Government shut down

I made the plays

I held my weight

Yea I stayed down

I buys my own

Don't need no loan

Bitch, I'm grown Clown

Don't need no cosign

Fuck these haters

I leave em sick

Lookin dumbfounded

I leave em sick

Lookin dumbfounded