Lit Up Lyrics

I just fucked your lady

In my tour bus

Passed that bitch like Brady

And she for us

Paper chasing daily

I've been focused

Pockets full of green

Look like a forest

I'm lit up

As soon as I get up I get it

No limit, no question

I whip it then flip it

These digits I'm getting

Say "fuck a recession"

I be wilding out at parties

Styling in my section

Couple thotties with nice bodies

Shake it for a blessing

So tired of counting this money

I swear my accountant just quit

He put in his two weeks

And in all those two weeks

My money done flipped

I don't know

Is it just me?

Or ain't all this money so handsome?

The wrist wear so icey

The coupe color iced tea

It's all so enchanting

We pull up like pampers

Then escape to the Hamptons

I'm taking your bitch

She will cease to exist

If you don't pay the ransom

Pardon my rudeness

But I don't have time for you

I'm on vacation

Your girl looking needy

And I'm finna make her

A sneaky donation

I just fucked your lady

In my tour bus

Passed that bitch like Brady

And she for us

Paper chasing daily

I've been focused

Pockets full of green

Look like a forest

I'm lit up

As soon as I get up I get it

No limit, no question

I whip it then flip it

These digits I'm getting

Say "fuck a recession"

I be wilding out at parties

Styling in my section

Couple thotties with nice bodies

Shake it for a blessing

Winner's circle

And I keep a couple bad bitches

With me on a day to day

Your pockets hurting

That's for certain

My money automatic

Like Kobe's fade away (RIP)

On my word you a turd nigga

That's why your birds

Wanna hang with us

What nerve nigga swerve

You get curved by these bitches

Like the letter "S"

My shits Exclusiv

Call it cheap liquor

Hail Mary on the pussy

I go deep nigga

Deep pockets

For these bands play for keeps

Your lady rode my wave

Now we chilling on a beach

Some exotic shit

Private islands out of reach

On some narcotic shit

Your girls addicted and discrete

Nobody gotta know what we do Between the sheets

Pair of red bottoms

If we talking bout "defeat"

Don't talk about him

If you know what's good for you

Your lady rubbed me down

She used the good oil

Fragrance-free

Fragrantly give her the D

Don't get offensive

This rocket in my pocket

Leave yo lame ass in intensive

The way she threw it at me

Made me extra comprehensive

Like Dejavú

Or maybe I'm just used

To fucking dimes

Bought the Rolly

Just to show you niggas

This is my time

The day my chain get snatched

I won't write another line

But I'll wait

I just fucked your lady

In my tour bus

Passed that bitch like Brady

And she for us

Paper chasing daily

I've been focused

Pockets full of green

Look like a forest

I'm lit up

As soon as I get up I get it

No limit, no question

I whip it then flip it

These digits I'm getting

Say "fuck a recession"

I be wilding out at parties

Styling in my section

Couple thotties with nice bodies

Shake it for a blessing