"Laced Up" lyrics

Fuck her on her stomach, bet I hold that face up (Woo)
Gotta my Nikes and my blunts both laced up (Woo)
Every time she give that pussy up, I gotta thank her (Woo)
Gettin' money ain't a thing, caked up with the banker (Woo)

All I got is time and bread, dog, so please don't speak
Caked up in your street, preyin' on the weak, bitch, that's where I creep
Put up, I don't play that shit, windows stay on five percent
Canines ain't gon' find no scent, your family ain't gon' know where you went
That's two body bags in the backseat
I got two gold chains with some gold teeth
Homie, I'ma tell you like someone told me
If it ain't about money, then it ain't about me
Look, you don't even know what you're talkin' 'bout, so I'll speak it properly
Every spot, I turn to Jersey Shore, but I guess that's obvi'
I'ma go ahead and juug your bitch, that's no ifs, ands, or probablys
These jewels all on my body flashin' like I'm paparazzi
I live it up like I'm Gandhi, so sick, it's hot like wasabi
So lit I might just group up all my old and brand-new bodies
I saw my opps out last night, he said he'd take my chain
I walked up right up to him and he ain't do a thing

Fuck her on her stomach, bet I hold that face up (Woo)
Gotta my Nikes and my blunts both laced up (Woo)
Every time she give that pussy up, I gotta thank her (Woo)
Gettin' money ain't a thing, caked up with the banker (Woo)

Caked up with the banker, caked up with the banker
Gettin' money ain't a thing, caked up with the banker