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ya boy - go up lyrics

(intro)
yall like this
it definitely sound like rich rocka
aye

ridin round my city
like steve young in ’94
hunneds all in my pockets
callin plates for my iphone
i put it down for my city
everywhere that i go
my amigos touch down
had to cancel like 5 shows i’m fresh out of that nina
cashier got mad at me
had her there for like 30 minutes
my yellow b-tch done got back happy
i run the city like coppin it
feature price like half a brick
on activist with a spanish b-tch
and my wrist lit like candle stick
i’m getting money on n-gg-s
streets callin me rich rocka
rock versace like big popa
turn a college b-tch to a pill popper
i’m getting money on b-tches
reservations at crustaceans
foreign whip got her heart racin
she star gazin, b-tch

hook:
welcome to the city (it’s my city)
real n-gg-s ride with me
f-ck getting ones, i’m tryna get that 50
(50 what?) 50 million
(turn up) gold stacked to that ceiling
(turn up) gold stacked to that ceiling
(turn up) gold stacked to that ceiling
going up (go up up up)
going up (go up up up)
going up (go up up up)
going up (go up up up)

ridin round my city
like montana in ’89
rich rocka that new n-gg-
heard that through the grape vine
yea i’m smoking like snoopie
be the n-gg- on cloud 9
going after that tank top
my city on, it’s about time
i still carry that lightning
’cause n-gg-s don’t like to see you shine
hundred bands on that brightening
and a n-gg- still never on time
bad b-tches, all dimes
weed strands, all kinds
feds all on my car lots
‘cus i’m getting money like all the time
ysl my belt buckle
yall b-tches sure is lookin
smoke all in my residence
they like how n-gg- sure is cookin
my whip flyin round like hanc-ck
high, blowin on shamrock
my domie on that gwop
i grind homie, i can’t stop

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