Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Re Up Money, artist - Juicy J. Album song O's to Oscars, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Blue Planet
Song language: English
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 consignment, better make a deal |
Better get it back in time or you gone meet that steel |
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 thinking |
You rode off with that sack and put your mind on danger |
Posted all that cash on Snapchat, wasn’t 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 |