Bitch Get Up (feat. Juvenile) - Curren$y

Back of the spot, smoked out, that’s how you find me

Weed clouds around me, bad bitch on the side of me

Say she wearing shades so she can watch her nigga shining

Bottom bitch come out on top, cause she really riding

Know them tires sliding, fastest thing in the parking lot, that’s mine mama

Now gon' get inside it

Wave bye to your partners, windows clearer than Vodka

Only tinted my silver Bentley that came with a driver

Back at the crib, ran through hella bitches in that walk in shower

Try to be lowkey, but they get smashed too good

They go to talking about it

Her best friend looking for me, when she say me I was hopping

Out of that uh… she ain’t know what it was but I was looking like drugs to her

And the fur lay, paid

Polar bear skin rug love, you tryna' do

Say what?

My neck game be moon walking, wrist game be bus stopping

Earrings be two stepping, tee game be pussy popping

Smoke good, feel good, walk right, swag up

Money right, stacked up, now whoop this nigga want act up?

I’m thugged out in this bitch, got a whole club on my wrist

Money, women, and fast cars, I love all of that shit

Whatever you heard about a real nigga, I does all of that shit

East, west, out mid-west, got plugs in all of that shit

But Uptown’s my stomping, dope game be jumping

And we got whatever you need it, all depends on who want some

Glock next to my johnson, big dog on my function

Ice game like hockey, I’m confident and I’m cocky

I got Benjamin’s in my pocket, credit cards in my wallet

A bitch on my dick, and she bouncing up, hydraulic

Then that ho told me she love me, I told her bitch you lying

You don’t like me, it’s the money

You say that shit all the time