GET YA GAME UP ft. MARKY B Lyrics

Get your game up Wayne niggas

When I hit the scene instantly it turned into a fashion show

Without even planning shit

Faced up like a mannequin diamonds on my damn tank like GZ and Fattles

Too advanced for you niggas y'all just stick to bedazzling

Money is my bitch she make me act real foolish

I'm so ill I've been struck by dew

I'm like a burnt perky as you know the ones that be juicy

You know the ones that poke out like you're on the back of a Suzuki

Money so established swag is so immaculate

They gon' be this that's what's spelling God backwards

Money and fame creates a lot of haters

Run up on me I'll send you a ride to your saver

Superman niggas why the fuck you tryna save her

Turn a hoe into a housewife crusader

In my bank I have large amounts

If I write a check I would make the bank bounce

I buy two of everything not for comparisons or not cause I'm selling shit

But just for the hell of it they gon' say that I am greedy

Cause I don't give to the needy

But the truth is that the needy be the ones that's being greedy

It's a recession in my city yeah I feel a lot of pity

but the truth is I can stretch a dollar to it's last penny

You need to get your game up saying we done changed up

Since we got our change up our minds been made up

We gon' keep shining while y'all keep hating us

They wanting me to wait up I'm busy getting weight up.

For real about them deals while yall niggas fake as fuck

Ya need to get your game up you need to get your game up

You need to get your game up you need to get your game up

Haters try to suck the life right up out of your soul

Tell you shit and I believe your dreams You see the diamonds and gold

Don't give a shit it's mine since it's set

So yeah I'm finding they gold you see my dreams come true

So even when lost I have to close I can find the road

It's time for dough because the shining glows as I get closer

If haters try to block my lane they get dunked over

So even when they on one I'm known son to hand them

Them and 1's heavy handed hustle can't help it that he's handsome

I plot licks to leave chips to my grandson

And it's like there's prices to dance on and plus tax

So fuck that gotta bus gats

Got a bus ride bootleg movies CDs in the morning

Watch all the footballs ain't getting more blow than a secret message

It's more cold than Morris code and I'm on the record

I'm making records but off the record

I have a record this is the last motto so the world could be blessed with my highness

Your highness so positive ain't a plus sign

But I put a minus on a minus her ass needs it sideways so it just multiplies us

You ain't got inside us so nothing could ever divide us

You never win so why would you ever try to get to them stores make

You choke and just bite us you need to get your game up saying we done changed up cause