Ceej6y - Up The Score
CloserI was just tryna show em the way
I was jus tryna show em the way
But they went and threw dirt on my name
I'm up now you switched swear that shit is a shame
Since then I been good on my own give me space (yea)
Keep that fake shit out my face
I gotta run up these racks no race
Ain't no woman imma chase
Beat it up good kick her out of my place
Hop in the whip then I throw it in sport
Geeked off these drugs you could say I'm a dork
Money tall now but it used to be short
I got your bitch on my team all aboard
Get to the bag I treat it like a chore
Once I'm up imma take the fam of course
Cold hearted nigga gotta keep a torch
Snooze then you loose & imma up the score
I cannot fold I can't bend
For a lil hoe won't pretend
All I know get to a check
Ran it up now I can flex
I was just having way less
But was never in debt (nah)
Pockets they got hella depth
Hadda make my money stretch
Now it's a bag for the feature
I was trapping by the bleachers
Making more cake then my teachers
Shawty changed so I don't need her
Bad foreign chick and she ain't got a visa
Pulled up on her like I'm CJ nice to meet ya (hello girl)
I was jus tryna show em the way
But they went and threw dirt on my name
I'm up now you switched swear that shit is a shame
Since then I been good on my own give me space (yea)
Keep that fake shit out my face
I gotta run up these racks no race
Ain't no woman imma chase
Beat it up good kick her out of my place
Hop in the whip then I throw it in sport
Geeked off these drugs you could say I'm a dork
Money tall now but it used to be short
I got your bitch on my team all aboard
Get to the bag I treat it like a chore
Once I'm up imma take the fam of course
Cold hearted nigga gotta keep a torch
Snooze then you loose & imma up the score
Where you going what you doing tonight?
Ain't got a type but you is my type
I don't see no wings on her but shawty she real fly
Put your digits in my phone I promise you that we gone vibe
Girl I like the way you move
You know how to set the mood
Don't be tryna catch attitude
Cause it ain't shit to get another you
I was jus tryna show em the way
But they went and threw dirt on my name
I'm up now you switched swear that shit is a shame
Since then I been good on my own give me space (yea)
Keep that fake shit out my face
I gotta run up these racks no race
Ain't no woman imma chase
Beat it up good kick her out of my place
Hop in the whip then I throw it in sport
Geeked off these drugs you could say I'm a dork
Money tall now but it used to be short
I got your bitch on my team all aboard
Get to the bag I treat it like a chore
Once I'm up imma take the fam of course
Cold hearted nigga gotta keep a torch
Snooze then you loose & imma up the score
Written by:
Solomon Nwachukwu
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