Give It Up (feat. OsamaSon)

Lyrics for Give It Up (feat. OsamaSon)

Ay Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Give it up, give it up, ay Give it up, give it up, ay Give it up, give it up (give it up) I pick the money up and throw it up, ay (throw it up) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (whoa) Dior monogram (whoa), ay, Gucci monogram, ay (whoa) Louis monogram (whoa), ay, Burberry monogram, ay (whoa) They ain't on my frequency, young Xavier sonagram (whoa, whoa) In the trap with holograms, ay, take my photograph (whoa) Bitches wasn't 34, bitch, get with the program (whoa) Bitch, I shoot it, Ja Morant, they steal swag and they turn 'round Me and O in the foreign (in the foreign), uh, they unimportant (yeah) I think you an informant, come again, I forget Slur my words and call her in MadBudz, so many flavors assorted You don't know shit, y'all views distorted Young xav', I can't get disregarded Give it up, give it up (whoa) I pick the money up and throw it up, ay (whoa) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (whoa) Give it up, give it up (whoa) I pick the money up and throw it up, ay (whoa) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (whoa) Yeah, booted up, booted up (whoa) Yeah, throwin' up, throwin' up (whoa) Yeah, I need your stuff, yeah (whoa) I need to fuck, yeah I l-I like to lift that truck (whoa) I got wrist on flood (whoa) I got too much mud, yeah Y-yeah (bih), I just rock Chanel, keep up (frrt) Kick your ho out, yeah, no FIFA (yeah) Double cup, I'm smokin' reefer (yeah) F-f-fuck yo' status, I don't wanna meet ya (yeah) Fuck up the whip, flame, we got heaters (boom-boom-boom) Bitch, my chain match my sneakers (bling) Give a band to my eater (bling) Just like a band, we gon' beat ya (bling, let's go) Pour up again, I got fever (brrt, haha, yeah, ho) Hop out the van, I'm the teacher (bih, bih, bitch) Give you a pass, finna put yo' feet up Yeah, money on my mind, gon' swim, yeah Slime catch hats, do you feel him? Yeah, bags on my bitch, she trim (bag) Yeah, fast ass whip, shit trim, yeah (shee') Run up a opp like damn, I almost hit a fan, yeah (bitch) Yeah, I got too much bands, they want me in the pen, yeah The Five-seveN, it won't jam, shoot that bitch, go, "Blam" Yeah, hunnid in the telly, yeah, the outfit cost so much bands, yeah Give it up, give it up (whoa) I pick the money up and throw it up, ay (whoa) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (whoa) Give it up, give it up (whoa) I pick the money up and throw it up, ay (whoa) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (whoa) (Give it up, give it up, whoa) (I pick the money up and throw it up, ay, whoa) (Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, whoa) (Give it up, give it up, whoa) (I pick the money up and throw it up, ay, whoa) (Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, whoa)