Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Keep Up, artist - Cuban Doll.
Date of issue: 04.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Keep Up |
Bitch nowhere near cut, she just mad and she hatin' |
'Cause this cash that I’m chasin' make her ass wanna hate me |
Count the money in the morning, too much, count it later |
Bitches cut theyself off, bitches doin' me a favor |
We don’t play no roles with no hoes, watch your mouth |
Get her gone, catch a plane, then we out |
Or we send them niggas to her house |
Bitches must’ve thought it was a drought |
Probably had some money if you wasn’t dissing for some clout |
Fuck you thought? |
Gon' brag bout that bag then it’s boring |
Then go and ask for some cash, you the poorest |
I’m touring, you broke, bitch? |
I could pay your mortgage |
Was chillin' in the Bay, got bored, went to Florida |
You chillin' with your bae, fucked up, that’s unfortunate |
Chopper hit her face, light her up like a torch, ayy |
Old new ass bitch |
I’m number one, you more of a number two ass bitch |
Freaky ho, every week want a new ass dick |
You a «you love me, then I love you» ass bitch, ask 'em |
Money keep coming, I can do this with my feet up |
Bitches talk that weak shit, just mad they can’t keep up |
Put that cheese up, it ain’t enough, you can’t keep us |
You can’t leave us, if anything, bitch, you need us |
Money keep coming, I can do this with my feet up |
Bitches talk that weak shit, just mad they can’t keep up |
Put that cheese up, it ain’t enough, you can’t keep us |
You can’t leave us, if anything, bitch, you need us |
I don’t fuck with you hoes, I’ma watch you |
You mad that you not me, bitch, I’m glad that I’m not you |
I doubt you, if I say I got you then I got you |
Fake ass diamonds in your chain, I should sock you |
You wild, bitch, I got the TEC like a foul |
Fifty rounds, like Mike, it’ll knock you out |
Was a hundred with some hoes that I should’ve let drown |
But it’s cool, 'cause now I’m focused on a hundred thou' |
Money keep coming, I can do this with my feet up |
Bitches talk that weak shit, just mad they can’t keep up |
Put that cheese up, it ain’t enough, you can’t keep us |
You can’t leave us, if anything, bitch, you need us |
Money keep coming, I can do this with my feet up |
Bitches talk that weak shit, just mad they can’t keep up |
Put that cheese up, it ain’t enough, you can’t keep us |
You can’t leave us, if anything, bitch, you need us |
Fake ass diamonds in your chain, I should sock you |
Fake ass diamonds in your chain, I should sock you |
You wild, bitch, I got the TEC like a foul |
Fifty rounds, like Mike, it’ll knock you out |