UP THE SCORE ft. BIGBABYGUCCI Lyrics

I just flipped the switch, I think it's time to up the score

Picking through, Balenci, I'm like eenie, Minie, Moe

Why you think I want her, I could never love yo hoe

Bitch I'm antisocial, fuck that bitch, you know they come and go

Told 'em back me up

This lil bitch ain't never had a father, so I daddy her

Think I need to go and see a doctor, pockets fat as fuck

I'm overseas and they knowin' the name

Money and pounds, but I spend 'em the same

Get in the whip and I flip in the lane

The money not tellin' you niggas a lame

I'm a hundred blunt rips in now, on god

Walk in the club and give the bitches a nod

Tryna figure out which one of 'em I want

Way too much drip on, I gotta stay on guard

Shots in this bitch

Hollup while I take a piss

No, you cannot take no pics of me

Got 3M on my fit, you see

The diamonds on me glistening

I look at her and know its pink

A sausage party in this club, but shawties just see one of us (me)

Ray Bans for the vision, from the start, I see the mission

Brother's see it too, I chip in, run up big numbers, they printin'

Can't get out my bag, addicted

Can't see out my glass, it's tinted

A-game strokes until I'm winded

Showed his bands to me, I squinted (is that all you got bitch)

I just flipped the switch, I think it's time to up the score

Picking through, Balenci, I'm like eenie, Minie, Moe

Why you think I want her, I could never love yo hoe

Bitch I'm antisocial, fuck that bitch, you know they come and go

Told 'em back me up

This lil bitch ain't never had a father, so I daddy her

Think I need to go and see a doctor, pockets fat as fuck

I'm overseas and they knowin' the name

Money and pounds, but I spend 'em the same

Get in the whip and I flip in the lane

The money not tellin' you niggas a lame

(Ahem)

My money straight and your money fuck men

Shawty pulled up and I told her come in

10 minutes later, she said that to me

Turkey or ham, bitches don't want the beef

Pounding her front and I'm watching her rack bounce

Pound in the trunk, coming home from the trap house

Used to buy eighths, then I had to get quarters

Uppin' the weight, then I tell him need half

Next thing, he zipping up a filled up bag

Fuck it, pull up and say, I need 2 ounces

Fuck it, pull up, say, I need a few ounces

Then I distribute it to other houses

Money go up 'til I need an accountant

When I be in it like dog, I be howlin'

Sofa king litty ain't talking ' bout couches

I might do everything, I am so boundless

I be what a hoe need, woah woah

I see twenty, twenty, woah woah

I put my bitch in Supreme, woah woah

She wanna break up, I'm like, please, woah woah

I went hard, right from the jump, woah woah woah

A and R, it got a scope, woah woah woah

30 round banana mag, woah woah woah

Pussy, you better get back, woah woah

I just flipped the switch, I think it's time to up the score (woah woah)

Picking through, Balenci, I'm like eenie, Minie, Moe (woah woah)

Why you think I want her, I could never love yo hoe (woah woah)

Bitch I'm antisocial, fuck that bitch, you know they come and go (woah woah woah)

Told 'em back me up

This lil bitch ain't never had a father, so I daddy her

Think I need to go and see a doctor, pockets fat as fuck

I'm overseas and they knowin' the name

Money and pounds, but I spend 'em the same

Get in the whip and I flip in the lane

The money not tellin' you niggas a lame