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money up - jessie andrew & paper boy trell lyrics

when you fall, brush it off and just get back up
never let my son down, can’t break his trust
hurt yarely more than once, yeah i messed up
but when yo cup get low you gotta fill that up
to be honest, hurt came and erased my love
rains falling on my back, came from above
had to see that love’s fake, burns like a rug
if you rub your knee against it, you gon see some blood
it’ll probably take a minute for my feelings to change
i went out my way for n-gg-s that won’t do the same
ima step on all you n-gg-s, leave my print in the game
17, but unlike you ima stay in my lane
n-gg-s hate me cuz the fact that i stay in the kitchen
i been knocking out these verses like i’m washing the dishes
when a drunk man talking, i’ll always just listen
wise words, sober talking even though they be tripping
soaking game from the n-gg-s who came out of them prisons
they gon show me not to do the sh-t that lead em to prison
if ya broad keep on tripping, she just want some attention
n-gg-s always get to talking til that choppa start hitting
pain venting throught the mic, couldn’t do it from talking
i’m just thankful to the lord that a n-gg- still walking
sitting back hitting 3s like i play for millwuakee
know some n-gg-s that’ll slide and they into the stalking

get that check in
get yo money up (money up)
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get yo money up (yeah)
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get yo money up (money up)
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get yo money up (yeah)

this the type of sh-t that make you try to quit
then wonder why this sh-t so hard
the climate get the better brighter shifts
and i ain’t tripping but this climate different
wider and just spiked it
bet i spike my drink, my sprite, this lean
i drift i dream, i think i’m driven
lift my wings and sit and think
despite the sh-t the sinners think
we sin in sync and spin
and think that this’ll get us out
driven by the sh-t that keep on coming out our mouth
and there’s no love in the south, but right now we heading south
keep on pushing with no cushion, find our water in a drought
b-tches show no love to a n-gg- when he down
get a new look and a few books now
here they come around, f-cking clowns
i could never be the n-gg-s doing n-gg-s they are
rapping cuz they rapping or trapping cuz they trapping
n-gg-s copy n-gg-s til they realize that they trapped in
just so they can fit a caption
when really all they doing is just keeping theirselves captive
n-gg- d-mn

get that check in
get yo money up (money up)
get that check in
get yo money up (money up)
get that check in
get yo money up (money up)
get that check in
get yo money up
get that check in
get yo money up (money up)
get that check in
get yo money up (money up)
get that check in
get yo money up (money up)
get that check in
get yo money up (yeah yeah)

- jessie andrew paper boy trell lyrics

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