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Album: O's To Oscars (2015)

Re Up Money

That re up money, that re up money
Out here flossing in the club with that re up money
That re up money, that re up money
Acting like you run the hood with that re up money
That re up money, that re up money
Ratchet bitches wanna fuck you for that re up money
That re up money, that re up money
Now you done crossed the plug for that re up money

Out here in this fucking field, acting like your pockets filled
I'ma keep it real, that re up money gon' get you killed
You ain't even fit the keys, you ain't even pay the bill
You can't even save a bill, how is you gon' make a mill
You done spend the re up nigga how the fuck you real
Niggas don't play by that re up, that shit get you killed
You took that work on cosigner, better make a deal
Better get it back in time or you gon' need to steal
I get it, I spend it and get it right back
You niggas don't get it like that
I hit it, I put it and then I be gone
The moment that bitch get attached
I swear I'm just telling you facts
You know a nigga got a lot of racks
If a nigga didn't rap, I probably be moving a whole lot of packs

That re up money, that re up money
Out here flossing in the club with that re up money
That re up money, that re up money
Acting like you run the hood with that re up money
That re up money, that re up money
Ratchet bitches wanna fuck you for that re up money
That re up money, that re up money
Now you done crossed the plug for that re up money

That re up money, better pay these niggas every cent
Re up money worth more than your rent
Niggas ain't playing if if they front you some
And you ain't got that money but you out here stunting
Damn little homie you must not be thankful
You rode off with that sack and put your mind on danger
Posted all that cash on snapchat, what a great idea
You ain't spent that bread, better make it re appear
You ain't got that re up, better rob, steal and kill
Better go handle that tab 'fore they run up in your crib
Flexing on the internet, taking pictures for the grand ring car, showing off
Now them niggas at the door with them choppers loaded up and they going off for that

That re up money, that re up money
Out here flossing in the club with that re up money
That re up money, that re up money
Acting like you run the hood with that re up money
That re up money, that re up money
Ratchet bitches wanna fuck you for that re up money
That re up money, that re up money
Now you done crossed the plug for that re up money


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