Lyrics Go Up - Rich The Kid, Roddy Ricch

Go Up

Run that money counter, baby
Ayy, who the fuck is Narquise?
I told my dawg put these keys inside of the mattress
Bitch, I’ma ball like I’m AI, I ain’t never gotta practice
I want a whole lot of Jacksons
That nigga pussy, he an actress
I’m Rich Forever, everlasting
My shit together, I been havin' it
And my diamonds dance like I’m Michael Jackson
I got them racks in, my pockets gon' go up, go up
My diamonds all wet, don’t throw up
Hoppin' on a jet, gon' go up
A nigga talk about Rich, gon' go up (Woo)
They been sayin' that the price gon' go up (Ayy, yeah)
Talkin' 'bout a check, I show up (What?)
Pour the Hi-Tech, I show up (Lean)
Bitch, I’m in the Bentley doin' donuts (Skrrt)
Got the Audemar froze up
I got the Lam' doors goes up (Huh?)
She a freak, she fuck both us (What?)
For the Ghost, got a chauffeur (Chauffeur)
Why you cuffin'?
You don’t know her (Woo, woo)
Why you cappin'?
You ain’t rich, bitch (Rich, bitch)
In the mall, I ain’t spend shit (Spend shit)
Cut her off 'cause she ain’t meant shit (Huh?)
You been flexin', but it’s rented (Woo, woo)
And you know my prices way up (Way up)
Slim bitch, she got D cups (D cups)
Lil' foreign wanna eat up (Eat up)
Lot of foreigns when you see us (Rich)
I told my dawg put these keys inside of the mattress
Bitch, I’ma ball like I’m AI, I ain’t never gotta practice
I want a whole lot of Jacksons
That nigga pussy, he an actress
I’m Rich Forever, everlasting
My shit together, I been havin' it
And my diamonds dance like I’m Michael Jackson
I got them racks in, my pockets gon' go up, go up
My diamonds all wet, don’t throw up
Hoppin' on a jet, gon' go up
A nigga talk about Rich, gon' go up
They been sayin' that the price gon' go up
I’ve been rockin' my white ice, Rolls Royce
Codeine, now my price been goin' up
A nigga just landed in Florida, huh
I’m 'bout to call all the zoes up
We ain’t chose this life, fuck, shit, this shit done chose us
I wanna pull up in Maybach, I wanna pull out the Rolls truck
Fuckin' that bitch with her toes up
I got the cheese like a cold cut
Slide in Aventador
With the Glock in the middle, I just put the doors up
Ain’t got a mentor
They know I’m big homie every time I roll up
I got a style with no stylist
Knocked a couple bitches workin' at Follies
And I just flew my bitch first class out of Dallas, yeah, yeah
I’m off the molly, nigga, I’m booted
Glock in the Timmy and I’m 'bout to shoot it
And I told my migo get them loads in
Feelin' like Gunna, 'bout to speed up, huh
Try to ride my wave, can’t keep up, yeah, yeah, yeah
I told my dawg put these keys inside of the mattress
Bitch, I’ma ball like I’m AI, I ain’t never gotta practice
I want a whole lot of Jacksons
That nigga pussy, he an actress
I’m Rich Forever, everlasting
My shit together, I been havin' it
And my diamonds dance like I’m Michael Jackson
I got them racks in, my pockets gon' go up, go up
My diamonds all wet, don’t throw up
Hoppin' on a jet, gon' go up
A nigga talk about Rich, gon' go up
They been sayin' that the price gon' go up