Mook TBG and Boss Beezy - Up One (Remastered)

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 hunnits, 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
Damn, we up one
Yeah, 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
Damn, we up one
Yeah, we up one
Whoa, we up one
Damn, we up one
Yeah, we up one
Damn, we up one
Yeah, we up one

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