Money Up

Gucci belt on my pants hold my money up Just like this wood, Ima light yo ass up I slide a vet but you know it's stolen I'm feeling naked I ain't got my chains on On my neck I got my ice I been grindin' day and night I'm tryna change my life Play yo cards and roll the dice You gotta roll yo dice like Roddy Nigga we winning Gucci on my back just like my cap It's hella fitted White bitches love that frapp I hit, then nap, I beat the kitten Givenchy my tee I go to sleep in expensive linen For all my fallen soldiers Don Julio what I'm sippin' Steppin' Louboutin You would hate me If your name Christian She keep tryna argue lil baby Mama listen I got blues for you and all my pockets Looking crippin' Gucci belt on my pants hold my money up Just like this wood, Ima light yo ass up I slide a vet but you know it's stolen I'm feeling naked I ain't got my chains on