Word Up

Kill it, kill it, kill it, kill it
I look up
I said I think it's time to kill it
Bitch I'm sexy as fuck
You ain't even gotta tell me
I ride around to Pac
 I fuck my girl to R kelly
Tell her make me a sandwich, no pb and jelly
She look back like "Goddamn
What you think this? A deli?"
I'm screaming "Hell yeah trick
Hell yeah whoa"
That shit make her love me more
And she know I love her too
She know I been to hell and through
I need what Reverends do
Power of the revenue got me up 2 to 10
And 10 to 2 i gotta shine boy I be a star
On firе that's a meteor
So I'm eithеr or on TV with
A Rita Ora set your DVR

Stacking money face to face
What that mean CPR
Everyday the day date, gang bang major pain
D Town I ride around
Me and my dog like Charlie Brown
Just trying to get that white money you know
Countin' cake and KK's
On a day to day to day
Base, then vacay for eight days, ooh
You know mutha fuck taking a vacation
Put palm trees up in my
House and have a stay-cation
Getting paid while I'm chilling
That's a paid-cation
Full glass of champagne, oh no
You can't taste it i seen cars (switch up)
Seen Hoes (switch up)
Seen Money all switch up
When the days get long