Gee James & Blaike - Double Cup

Can't you see me? Can't you see me?
Can't you see me? Can't you see me?
Whole lot of nigga wanna copy me
Whole lot of bitch wanna fuck with me
She catching feelings, catching feelings
My baby up to the ceilings
Looking my wrist is shining
And my little bitch look amazing yeah
Pour up, yeah my lean, so what? Yeah yeah
We pull up, in the foreign so what? Yeah yeah
Pour up, yeah my lean pour up, yeah yeah
So what? Double the cup, for us, yeah yeah
Take a pic, caption this
Look at my bag doing benefits
I got the bag on a regular
She’s got the bag, what a better bitch?
This is it. Triple M, I'm Making Money Mitch yeah
Run this shit, always got my niggas around this (All of my niggas is around) yeah yeah
Strike a pose, then she touched my soul
And we fucking through the night when we going through the storm yeah yeah
Bring it back, hop on the bed and relax
Matter fact, you better bring me the bag
Ouh Fuck this shit, hoes come less
Commas on my check
Ouh Plus, I'm blessed I never stress
Gonna give me Sex
Yes I'm next, yes I'm ready
Ouh she's wet, man I'm diving
Can't you see me? Can't you see me?
Can't you see me? Can't you see me?
Whole lot of nigga wanna copy me
Whole lot of bitch wanna fuck with me
She catching feelings, catching feelings
My baby up to the ceilings
Looking my wrist is shining
And my little bitch look amazing yeah
Pour up, yeah my lean, so what? Yeah yeah
We pull up, in the foreign so what? Yeah yeah
Pour up, yeah my lean pour up, yeah yeah
So what? Double the cup, for us, yeah yeah
All my niggas got everything
Bad bitch with the Louis thing
She fell in love with the Mary Jane
Me and her smoking on everything
We get the bag on the regular
Fuck boys just amateur
She call me, I'm on the road
Your niggas hating, I got the flow
All my niggas got that stick
Round around with that clip
Moving cash like a flip
Hop off the jet me and my niggas just take a trip
Book list we're on the tour
50 thousands for a show
So I hope you won't waste my time
I'm on the finish line
My bitch she rocking Céline
Foreign whip with that thing
Tout mes negros font la Mul
My young nigga got the Juice
Born to win, we don't lose
Got your bitch she’s choosing
Everything is on me
More money, more dreams
Benjamins on my mind baby, all about the numbers my nigga
Take this shit to another level, faire de l'oseille c'est ma level
Les negros veulent me tester bro, pussy niggas stop fronting
Don't play with the gang, YCM we’re the gang
Can't you see me? Can't you see me?
Can't you see me? Can't you see me?
Whole lot of nigga wanna copy me
Whole lot of bitch wanna fuck with me
She catching feelings, catching feelings
My baby up to the ceilings
Looking my wrist is shining
And my little bitch look amazing yeah
Pour up, yeah my lean, so what? Yeah yeah
We pull up, in the foreign so what? Yeah yeah
Pour up, yeah my lean pour up, yeah yeah
So what? Double the cup, for us, yeah yeah

Written by:
Jessy Hippolyte, Michel Nzuzi

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