"Yea Yup" lyrics
Fedd The God & Wiz Khalifa Lyrics
They want that north side shit
That's his bitch huh
Well she mines now
Don't call my phone nigga
Don't got no time now
She pop a puffer set
Now do in line now
She got that perfect
Hoe wait in line now
Bitch I pull up like I'm gredski
Catch some waves I jetski
She don't wanna love no more
She just wanna sex me
Bank account on overload
OG's that just bless me
Big money bad bitches nigga
That's what I'm all about
Made back Corvette nigga
That's what I'm pullin' out
She ain't wanna fuck with a nigga
But now she callin' out
Pull up in that old school thing
I'm who they talkin bout
Niggas talkin' bout sellin' dope
But I got all the pounds
Niggas all they talk is my money
But I want large amount
[?] I'm fucking
I think I lost the count
Yea yup countin' this money
I really love the sound
Yea yup getting so much that
I need another count
Yea yup I just took another
Shot of Hennessey
Every time I drop a track I know
These bitches feeling me
Bitches asses up and down
Like I'm doin' a pedigree
They know I'm a ticking bomb
Don't know why niggas testing' me
I got big wiz energy
Pussy ass niggas don't turn out
Who they pretend to be
Won in the [?]
[?]
Jump on the plane
And making her leave
She leavin' her man
She fucking with me
I come to her crib
And fuck her to sleep
Watch me skurt off in a hellcat
Niggas big and bigger hoes
Like they [?]
Red blue and yellow
It's on my NFL hat
Different [?]
It's heaven [?]
They want that north side shit
That's his bitch huh
Well she mines now
Don't call my phone nigga
Don't got no time now
She pop a puffer set
Now do in line now
She got that perfect
Hoe wait in line now
That's his bitch huh
Well she mines now
Don't call my phone nigga
Don't got no time now
She pop a puffer set
Now do in line now
She got that perfect
Hoe wait in line now
Bitch I pull up like I'm gredski
Catch some waves I jetski
She don't wanna love no more
She just wanna sex me
Bank account on overload
OG's that just bless me
Big money bad bitches nigga
That's what I'm all about
Made back Corvette nigga
That's what I'm pullin' out
She ain't wanna fuck with a nigga
But now she callin' out
Pull up in that old school thing
I'm who they talkin bout
Niggas talkin' bout sellin' dope
But I got all the pounds
Niggas all they talk is my money
But I want large amount
[?] I'm fucking
I think I lost the count
Yea yup countin' this money
I really love the sound
Yea yup getting so much that
I need another count
Yea yup I just took another
Shot of Hennessey
Every time I drop a track I know
These bitches feeling me
Bitches asses up and down
Like I'm doin' a pedigree
They know I'm a ticking bomb
Don't know why niggas testing' me
I got big wiz energy
Pussy ass niggas don't turn out
Who they pretend to be
Won in the [?]
[?]
Jump on the plane
And making her leave
She leavin' her man
She fucking with me
I come to her crib
And fuck her to sleep
Watch me skurt off in a hellcat
Niggas big and bigger hoes
Like they [?]
Red blue and yellow
It's on my NFL hat
Different [?]
It's heaven [?]
They want that north side shit
That's his bitch huh
Well she mines now
Don't call my phone nigga
Don't got no time now
She pop a puffer set
Now do in line now
She got that perfect
Hoe wait in line now
Writer(s): Cameron Jibril Thomaz, Ulthman Fadahunsi, Rory Quigley
