Songtext Finally up Bbno$

Finally up

Uh, uh, uh, uh

30k up on a 30k, up now
Waking up in different places
Bitch, you don't fuck with my vibe
I ain’t talking to lame, where's my homie Ari Starace is?
All of my bills, yeah they gotta be blue
I apologize if it's racist
Thou shall not start it when we’re discussing my p-p-p-p-p-p-p-payments (bbno$)
Pay me, bitch
I'm in my bag, I'm in your bitch, I'm in my element
She educating with that brain, she real intelligent
You want that beef, then you gon' get cooked like it's Wellington
Now walking, swanging big dick, take a measurement
She got too much ass, got me tweaking, check the Fitbit
Wrote it on her chest, I ain't talking hieroglyphics
You should tape your mouth and go bed 'cause you are chinless
Whip lifted, and my rims they spin like fidget

Fuck a 360, crankin’ 90 then I add it
Baby, I’m that guy, think it's finally time we finally said it
Hit ’em with the one, two, yeah I made them call the medic
Money on, my money on, money on my name and don't forget it
You think I need a bitch?
I'm begging for the friend zone
I shoot, I never miss, I heard you need a lesson
This baby's off the shits, I’m in your girlie's mansion
(My bad, my bad, my bad) Yeah
Brand new shoes, brand new pants, yes it cost me many bands
Your girl just a backup plan, sonny you like man to man
Future crib in Catalan
Funjob on me, cash at hand
How the fuck you always in the gym but you're resistant to these bands?
We're all gonna eat like it's morning after Ramadan
You should run and duck, 'less you're trying to get Donald on
Bands on bands on bands, yeah, this shit really go on and on
Boy you love to glaze, yeah, you rolling like a Cinnabon

Fuck a 360, crankin' 90 then I add it
Baby, I'm that guy, think it's finally time we finally said it
Hit 'em with the one, two, yeah I made them call the medic
Money on, my money on, money on my name and don't forget it

We finally up, we finally up, yeah
We finally up, we finally up, yeah
We finally up, we finally up, yeah
We finally up, we finally up, yeah

It's such a pretty day, I'm talking to the walls
I'm feeling disconnected, still won't make the call
I haven't felt like this since I was young and small
If it's all black and white I wonder why I fall

Got a brand new chain
It's a brand new game
Roll day, all my payroll ain't low
(Spinning this shit, spinning this shit, spinning this shit)
Blow ghost, I ain't playing no Halo
(Running that shit, running that shit, running that)

Yeah, I'm up real good, and I made them millions, all my fault
Swipe my card, I don' think twice, that's how I ball (Swish)
Even my money got money, yeah, you ain't money at all (Got no money)
In the crib with the boys and the dogs, so you know I ain't taking no call