Give It Up Lyrics - Singles - Sage The Gemini

Money cars clothes freaks 

Bitch I need all that give it up 

Money cars clothes freaks 

Bitch I need all that give it up 

Give it up, give it up 

Bitch I need all that give it up 

Give it up, give it up 

Bitch I need all that give it up 

Money cars clothes bars blow 

Bunch of drug money stuffed in my car 

Go, how when I let baby [?] 

All my girls sleep with many many men 

Give me ends 

I'm dice god, 100 pounds 

How I'm so on and I'm underground 

Why these pretty ass bitches give me money now 

Just to come around lay it down yeah 100 round 

I'm talking about cash yeah you know me 

I was shipping OG, OT in '03 

Rollie on my wrist sit on chrome feet 

I'm FedEx Berner I got my own trees 

We ain't love no bopper 

We just stash gram bags of Parada in our locker 

My shoe game proper, they call me big papa 

If I knock her I'ma take her for every single dollar 

Give it up 

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Money cars clothes freaks 

Bitch I need all that give it up 

Money cars clothes freaks 

Bitch I need all that give it up 

Give it up, give it up 

Bitch I need all that give it up 

Give it up, give it up 

Bitch I need all that give it up 

HBK Gangster, overdrive Jeep Wrangler 

The beat strangler, oh 

Play the car but don't be a [?] 

Niggas hate but they girl don't wanna meet a stranger 

Should of known real niggas 

I don't digiorno I deliever 

She wanna put my watch on that's that [?] 

She exit the car after he enter 

Speaking in third person, I'm straight like perm purchase 

My name big go search it 

New rims no I curbed them 

Ball harder than Ervin 

[?] how I'm spending this Durchi 

Kill em with the oh, carrier of bad news 

Toxic rap to get rid of the fumes 

Yo ho I'm a goon, 707 

Step in the building women thinking that they in heaven 

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Money cars clothes freaks 

Bitch I need all that give it up 

Money cars clothes freaks 

Bitch I need all that give it up 

Give it up, give it up 

Bitch I need all that give it up 

Give it up, give it up 

Bitch I need all that give it up 

Young mack I'm what you heard about 

Your bitch a freak that's the word around 

Heart Break Gang yeah it's murder now 

Every show yeah we burn it down 

Me and Sage go way back 

Hit him on the head, homie don't play that 

Baby talking down, but they don't say that 

I need them double M's I ain't talking about Maybach 

Uh, I need all that shit 

She don't even get a text and you call that bitch 

You a simp mother fucker I can call that shit 

See my gold chains and she all on dick 

Uh, aye boy I don't play boy 

I been around the world I'm still a Bay boy 

Got your girl on my head like a GameBoy 

She ain't fucking me for free bet she pay for it 

Money cars clothes freaks 

Bitch I need all that give it up 

Money cars clothes freaks 

Bitch I need all that give it up 

Give it up, give it up 

Bitch I need all that give it up 

Give it up, give it up 

Bitch I need all that give it up