Up Wit Me ft. Steven King Lyrics

None of your concern I get this Money on my everyday

Bitches love to talk but they ain't Never have enough to say

Working for my pension It's on Me so yea I gotta play

Risk ain't takin me I take the bitch Without the hesitate

Wilding when im home me n Homies play with big amounts

You can't hang wit me If you ain't Gang

And know how to count

This section real selective ain't a Lot know what I'm talking about

If it's up with me it's stuck forever I Ain't coming down

She got lost with you

And found the kid but

I ain't tryna keep

I've been up all night

Thinking moves

It's been hard to sleep

Pressure in my head

I'm on that gas

I can't even speak

Pressure on my head

I'm on that ass

Handprints on her cheeks

What we doing?

What we movin too baby

Can you do this?

If I need you lil baby

Taking a flight like Jordan

Hiding the work in the trunk Mercedes

Shawty took off inna Beamer just Touch down and shawty paid me

Be patient and cautious

This boss shit be a mosh pit

They toxic and never ever ever Ever ever ever ever give a fuck About what you talking

Only what you flauntin

But that's not me

Timmy D

Back in 03

I'm MVP and they envy me

Cut out the negatives

So I be better at chemistry

I'm wearing the bricks

But counting a grip

Play with racks like a tennis team

Riccardo Tischi

On my body

Looking so sweet like a cavity

I understand why they mad at me

But it's

None of your concern I get this Money on my everyday

Bitches love to talk but they ain't Neva have enough to say

Working for my pension It's on me So yea I gotta play

Risk ain't taking me I take that Bitch without the hesitate

Wilding when im home me n Homies play with big amount

You can't hang wit me If you ain't Gang

And know how to count

This section real selective ain't a Lot know what I'm talkin about

If it's up wit me it's stuck forever I Ain't coming down

Keep my head down i'm chasing The top i can't go back

Only put trust in this money it Make me happy i ain't going out Sad

Make a good bitch bad and a bad Bitch sad

Got two phone you still get the Dial tone

Two bad bitches with a bark they Begging for a bone

Shorty won't tell but i show

Pipe a bitch down I show her to The door

She do laundry i know she won't Fold

Got to keep a pole can't trust these Hoes

They stab you in the back leave you In the cold

You get hit the F not living G Code