Money Up Lyrics

Shorty only with it if the figures is right

Only built for buildin

The don't need a nigga for nothing type

Made boss moves

Now the fruits of her labor right

The red bottom on her shoes will make niggas think twice

If your mouth piece right

She might throw a bone at you

Top tier pussy

Lil baby a soul snatcher

She with the games if you with the games

Go for ballers and rappers

Might only use you for the dick if your goals is inactive

To sum it up

Your pockets can't be empty

She got dreams of one day hopping over gates like Winfrey

With all the extra'd out activities, when she free

If the conversations not about the green

Then she flee

She know how to get it

Addicted to hustling and spending

Her bills paid without splitting

Her best life, yeah she living

Without any help she can still remain stable

Don't ever approach her with plans if you can't match her table

She may think Ben Frank is all she need

But he never taught her how to love

She said boy if you wanna be with me

My only request is that you keep your money up

Money up

How you get them Gucci slides and expensive purses

Sugar daddy, nine to five either way you workin

You get your hustle on when you wanna make a purchase

No matter if it's wiping off the pole or bottle service

Girl you get your money up, money up

Girl you get your money up

Girl you get your money up, money up

Girl you get your money up

Girl you know you got it

What they talking bout

You be doing you

And they be wanting clout

Bitches warned me but I ain't having none of that

Your past don't matter like a third string Quarterback

Get your money up, money up

Together we gon get this money love, money love

And I ain't worried bout your OnlyFans, OnlyFans

They ain't used to all the money bands, money bands

You see I had to tell my nigga Mel Jonez

I met a girl like you

Cuz I ain't never fucked another girl like you

You got a nigga thinking you the one, I do

Don't listen to them bitches cuz they ain't like you, uh

High on you like I smoked a couple bowls, ah

They hate it when we kick it

Yeah we couple goals, ah

They only talking cuz these bitches never had it, yeah

And I ain't trippin do your thing cuz you a bad chick

How you get them Gucci slides and expensive purses

Sugar daddy, nine to five either way you workin

You get your hustle on when you wanna make a purchase

No matter if it's wiping off the pole or bottle service

Girl you get your money up, money up

Girl you get your money up

Girl you get your money up, money up

Girl you get your money up

Money makes the world go round

Makes your girl go down

Anything you want, baby I got you

From the Louis, to the Dior, to the Fendi and Prada

Birkin bags, I'm your chamber baby

Your my revolver

Poppin dollars, two-seater Ferrari's

Full of resources

I'm the plug we getting money up

We quick to double up, and just throw it up

Robin hood shit

See you at the blueprint

We with the shits, run up

And get fucking ruined, ruined

Yeah and she a fiend for the green

All about her fetty, plays no games a real trap queen

Her OnlyFans got pastors stealing from the churches

Whether you working that nine to five or not

Just know you worth it, you working

And no time for distractions

She put that thing in motion and climb that pole

And then she cash in

In the club, bottle service, buying sections out

Bank account got more figures than election counts

She bad, boujee, with it, yeah that's without a doubt

How you get them Gucci slides and expensive purses

Sugar daddy, nine to five either way you workin

You get your hustle on when you wanna make a purchase

No matter if it's wiping off the pole or bottle service

Girl you get your money up, money up

Girl you get your money up

Girl you get your money up, money up

Girl you get your money up