Que$t - Mix It Up

Mix it up a lil bit
Fill up my cup and i'm lit
I get money lil bitch
What the fuck is you talkin bout

Mix it up a lil bit
Fill up my cup and i'm lit
I get money lil bitch
What the fuck is you talkin bout

Nah it dont make no sense
But I been poppin ever since
I'm on a mission heaven sent
I need to cop all these chips
I be talkin shit like i'm rich
I could hit the walk through and steal ya bitch
But w you she was playin hard to get
Prolly cause she know that i'm nice w a pen
I want the money i'm rakin it in
Don't got it yet but don't worry i will
Killin these niggas i don't need the steel
I keep shit rollin like my nickname is wheels
Only smoke weed don't pop no pills
I kill these tracks because i got the feels
I got the vibes and i'm always on time
No electrician y'all diggin these lines
Bitch ain't no rushin this here a profession
My streams goin up from a bad lil russian
Hit the beat hard think i'm givin concussions
This here is nothin
My bad for stuntin
I link the plug then i roll up a onion
A lotta things i really wish i could take back in my life
A couple things i really wish i could do twice
But i roll a blunt and then i fly away
And then i think about the brighter days
I told myself we gonna be okay
Now tell me that you get me aye okay
A nigga feelin like a renegade
Chicken wings and fries can't go on dinner dates
Now come here shawty let me penetrate
Aye aye aye

Mix it up a lil bit
Fill up my cup and i'm lit
I get money lil bitch
What the fuck is you talkin bout

Mix it up a lil bit
Fill up my cup and i'm lit
I get money lil bitch
What the fuck is you talkin bout

I'm locked in
I'm the real mccoy try to top this
Fit on me got me dripping like a faucet
Fill my cup up the loud got me coughin
My bad don't really go out too often
Chillin in VIP w the mobsters
Fuck that bitch in the back by the lockers
Hahahaha hold up
Smokin on that good marijuana
I got y'all right where i want ya
I put this shit on my shoulders
Before aint say shit but now they supportin
Cmon wake up smell the coffee
No folgers
I linked w the plug then 12 pulled me over
Got me worried watchin over my shoulders
I'm hot a hunnit degrees like the NOLA
Pussy nigga thought i told ya

Mix it up a lil bit
Fill up my cup and i'm lit
I get money lil bitch
What the fuck is you talkin bout

Mix it up a lil bit
Fill up my cup and i'm lit
I get money lil bitch
What the fuck is you talkin bout

Written by:
meltice moore

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