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Double Cup (feat. Jeezy, Ludacris, Juicy J, The Game and Hitmaka)
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[Verse 1]
Trippy, trippy, trippy, trippy
Y'all know what it is
We getting money, homie
And we throwing it out
It's time to pour up
And we getting tow up
Talk to me
[Verse 2]
What you talking 'bout, money?
Money, bitch, I blew it
Talking 'bout weed? Shorty, come roll it
Talking 'bout hoes? Yeah, they going
What about me? Bitch, I'm rolling
I've got my double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
[Verse 3]
Double cup with my logo
Thirty six of that cocoa
Yeah, the product's good, you know the number's right
And if you've got to check, then it's no-go
All this snow, I've been a snow man
Always blowing strong, talking Conan
Fuck who lied to you and you believed shit
Fuck both of y'all, I fear no man
My top quit and that trippy
Seats tan, Rice Crispy
Got a wooden handle and a shoulder strap
Fits in your trunk, it hold fifty
Too many chains that look crook
Pyrex and water would best cook
See my lil' homie with me, he hold me down
He gon' take the shot just like Westbrook
Who he think he is?, said VP
Vice President Young, you've got to see me
**** fuck around and get an album date
I'll have 'em drop your ass on GP
Now I'm fucked up and that's fucked up
Your bitch on me now, tough luck
I don't do the lean, don't fuck with molly
And that's grown shit in that white cup
[Verse 4]
What you talking 'bout, money?
Money, bitch, I blew it
Talking 'bout weed? Shorty, come roll it
Talking 'bout hoes? Yeah, they going
What about me? Bitch, I'm rolling
I got my double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
[Verse 5]
Double cup with my top down
Forty cal', couple glock rounds
Handcuffed your chick, that bitch on twenty-four hour lock down
And rappers got these stale flows, front hard like steel toes
The man behind that voice is gay as fuck, y'all **** Elmo's
Been twelve years, I still shine, money long, I still grind
Used to be a thousandaire, but I had to eat, it's meal time
Then after that, it's bill time, we fuck hoes to kill time
Your plane got them delays, we on my jet, ****, in real time
And all up on that WiFi, sipping on them Mai Tai's
Infamous just passed the weed and gave the pilots a high five
Meanwhile, y'all broke down, can't even hold your post down
Everywhere we go is popping
Everywhere you go's a fucking ghost town
[Verse 6]
What you talking 'bout, money?
Money, bitch, I blew it
Talking 'bout weed? Shorty, come roll it
Talking 'bout hoes? Yeah, they going
What about me? Bitch, I'm rolling
I've got my double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
[Verse 7]
Getting money, that's every day
Candy paint on my Chevrolet
Rolling up, that A-plus, 'bout to pour up to meditate
A **** so high, might levitate
One life to live, let's celebrate
Came a long way from selling yay
Now it's a hundred K that should touch the stage
Bandz A Make Her Dance number one on the Billboard
I can't complain, I've got a lifestyle that most y'all ****'d kill for
I'm on the grind chasing real dough, still kick shit like a steel toe
Codeine got me moving slow, I've got too much money for a bill fold
Pimp type ****, I'm a Memphis ****
In a ho mouth like dentures, ****
All I talk is big money, anything else is senseless ****
Smoke some more, I'ma sip some more
I'ma fuck your bitch till she pigeon-toed
In the Rolls Royce getting chauffeured
With the blinds closed, getting blown
[Verse 8]
What you talking 'bout, money?
Ayo, Inf', I just came through in that Rolls Royce
Levi's, Margiela's, ask about me, I'm the hoe's choice
Tight eyes, gold cup, watch me lean in that soy sauce
**** sprayed up my Phantom, I'd walk away like that boy Ross
Murciélago with the doors off, hit the club straight throwed off
Popped a molly then rode off
She had her clothes off before we drove off
Woo, my ****, her head game, I'ma tell ya 'bout it
But woo, my ****, had ten racks, she sucked me out of it
I need more mollies, I need more drinks
She wonder why her friend can't get up on the couch with us
That ho stink
Bugatti, rose paint, I ball hard 'cause D. Rose can't
Got a hundred bottles coming to my table, fuck you hoes think?
[Verse 9]
What you talking 'bout, money?
Money, bitch, I blew it
Talking 'bout weed? Shorty, come roll it
Talking 'bout hoes? Yeah, they going
What about me? Bitch, I'm rolling
I got my double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
I got my
Written by: Christopher Bridges, DONALD CALVIN CURTIS, ERONDU KEVIN MICHAEL, HOUSTON JORDAN, Jay Jenkins, Jayceon Taylor, WARD CHRISTIAN

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