Fuckin' Up ft. Claire Yotts Lyrics

That bih' wanna' slide

Fuck it up fuck it up

Money touch the sky

Run it up run it up

I got the digits and I got the numbers, Ima' just count it up count it

All of these bitches just wanna' be fake

Haters surrounding me (yeah yeah)

That bih' keep me company (yeah yeah)

Girl I wantcha' and I need ya' can't you see

Right next to you is the only place I gotta' be

Gotta' be

Got gotta' be

Let me know wassup'

Before ya' feelings go erupt

Don't wanna' see you sad as fuck

Wanna' see you wit' big bucks

Wanna' see you wit' big butt

Girl I love it when you stunt

Toes and hair and nails on stunt

Man goddamnit, girl lets fuck

I been thinking of us

I been thinking of us

I been thinking of us

So lemme' know wassup

I been thinking of us

I been thinking of us

I been thinking of us

So girl let's fuck

Red lights, red room

Get freaky ina' bedroom

No no running take that tool

Turn ya' waist get you in moods

(Moods, mood moods)

Move move move it girl

Dickmitized' ya head ina' swirl

No don't trip, you are my world

Get you racks, then get you pearls

Diamond bezel, Dior world

Dior world

Dior world

Said Dior world

(Laughing)

It's luh' mali in this bitch

You know word to the wise

When you find that, that one gotta' keep her around

You know, that's sum' real shit