"Hype Me Up" lyrics

I feel like
I feel like I gotta get back in my bag again
To the point where I'm making hoes mad again
Every time I step out a bitch sad again
I been quiet too long now I'm tired a them

I know shorty still mad she couldn't eat the kitty
An I ain't beefing with no bitch that fuck the whole city
This shit could go real calm or it could get griddy
Ain't fuck a high class nigga if it ain't 50

Pretty bitch I keep it calm in ma fashion nova
But you ugly you gotta spend 10 racks an ova
How can I lose I'm legendary like nas an hova
I'm tired a schooling you bitches now class ova

I could go Givenchy down to the sock honey
An every time you see me bitch I know you smell money
Nice shape caramel with a flat tummy
Make ugly bitches sick an act funny

Spit pon it
Split on it
Yuh know me like it nasty before me sit pon it
A me tell unuh fi bum pon it
Cock it up bike back vrum vrum pon it

Nuh mix Nike with Adidas
Inches to mi back nice features
Mi can wear heels or sneakers
Mi mek hits after hits like adijah

Hype me up hype me up
An anybody weh mi fuck them affi wife me up
Grab me throat tie me up
Ben me ova back shot mi like it ruff yea
Hype me up hype me up
An anybody weh mi fuck them affi wife me up
Grab me throat tie me up
Ben me ova back shot mi like it ruff