Up The Score

Closer I was just tryna show em the way I was jus tryna show em the way But they went and threw dirt on my name I'm up now you switched swear that shit is a shame Since then I been good on my own give me space (yea) Keep that fake shit out my face I gotta run up these racks no race Ain't no woman imma chase Beat it up good kick her out of my place Hop in the whip then I throw it in sport Geeked off these drugs you could say I'm a dork Money tall now but it used to be short I got your bitch on my team all aboard Get to the bag I treat it like a chore Once I'm up imma take the fam of course Cold hearted nigga gotta keep a torch Snooze then you loose & imma up the score I cannot fold I can't bend For a lil hoe won't pretend All I know get to a check Ran it up now I can flex I was just having way less But was never in debt (nah) Pockets they got hella depth Hadda make my money stretch Now it's a bag for the feature I was trapping by the bleachers Making more cake then my teachers Shawty changed so I don't need her Bad foreign chick and she ain't got a visa Pulled up on her like I'm CJ nice to meet ya (hello girl) I was jus tryna show em the way But they went and threw dirt on my name I'm up now you switched swear that shit is a shame Since then I been good on my own give me space (yea) Keep that fake shit out my face I gotta run up these racks no race Ain't no woman imma chase Beat it up good kick her out of my place Hop in the whip then I throw it in sport Geeked off these drugs you could say I'm a dork Money tall now but it used to be short I got your bitch on my team all aboard Get to the bag I treat it like a chore Once I'm up imma take the fam of course Cold hearted nigga gotta keep a torch Snooze then you loose & imma up the score Where you going what you doing tonight? Ain't got a type but you is my type I don't see no wings on her but shawty she real fly Put your digits in my phone I promise you that we gone vibe Girl I like the way you move You know how to set the mood Don't be tryna catch attitude Cause it ain't shit to get another you I was jus tryna show em the way But they went and threw dirt on my name I'm up now you switched swear that shit is a shame Since then I been good on my own give me space (yea) Keep that fake shit out my face I gotta run up these racks no race Ain't no woman imma chase Beat it up good kick her out of my place Hop in the whip then I throw it in sport Geeked off these drugs you could say I'm a dork Money tall now but it used to be short I got your bitch on my team all aboard Get to the bag I treat it like a chore Once I'm up imma take the fam of course Cold hearted nigga gotta keep a torch Snooze then you loose & imma up the score