Up One - Mook

Damn, we up one

Yeah, we up one

Damn, we up one

Yeah

Damn, we up one

Yeah, we up one

Damn, we up one

Yeah, we up one

Damn, we up one

We be juggin' 'til the sun come

We be runnin' to that money, we don’t have fun

We keep big face hun-nits, we don’t keep ones

My partna' crippin', come through creepin', get 'em all gone

He talk about me, wanna be me, movin' all wrong

We smoke big strongs, pockets look like King Kong

I’m on a ringtone, foreign bitch like ching-chong

Money keep cuttin' niggas fingers, put my game on

Told mama I was try’na get it, I ain’t comin' home

Got bitches all across the world, I did 'em all wrong

Got niggas I still gotta talk to through a jail phone

Damn, we up one

Yeah, we up one

Damn, we up one

Whoa, we up one

Damn, we up one

Yeah, we up one

Damn, we up one

Yeah, we up one

We up one, we up one

Bad bitches in my face, try’na fuck some

Fake niggas talkin' tough, I don’t like them

Beat the case, celebrate, we up one

They don’t like me

'Cause I’m married to the money, that’s my wifey

Bitch brown like sugar, honey, iced tea

Play with gang, I ain’t takin' that shit lightly

Threw my old bitch away, she was triflin'

I went to the hood wit' my Rollie', this ain’t Breitling

Thumbin' through this cash, only thing excite me

I got so much money, these niggas, they wanna fight me

Damn, we up one

Yeah, we up one

Damn, we up one

Whoa, we up one

Damn, we up one

Yeah, we up one

Damn, we up one

Yeah, we up one

Damn