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Go Up (Ft. Sam Hook)

Rich Rocka专辑

  • (Intro)
    Yall like this
    It definitely sound like Rich Rocka
    Aye
    (Verse)
    Ridin round my city
    Like Steve Young in ‘94
    Hunneds all in my pockets
    Callin plates for my iPhone
    I put it down for my city
    Everywhere that I go
    My amigos touch down
    Had to cancel like 5 shows I’m fresh out of that Nina
    Ca*******er got mad at me
    Had er there for like 30 minutes
    My yellow ******* done got back happy
    I run the city like coppin it
    Feature price like half a brick
    On Activist with a Spanish *******
    And my wrist lit like candle stick
    I’m getting money on *****s
    Streets callin me Rich Rocka
    Rock Versace like Big Popa
    Turn a college ******* to a pill popper
    I’m getting money on *******
    Reservations at crustaceans
    Foreign whip got her heart racin
    She star gazin, *******
    (Hook)
    Welcome to the city (it’s my city)
    Real *****s ride with me
    ***** getting ones, I’m tryna get that 50
    (50 what?) 50 million
    (Turn up) Gold stacked to that ceiling
    (Turn up) Gold stacked to that ceiling
    (Turn up) Gold stacked to that ceiling
    Going up (go up up up)
    Going up (go up up up)
    Going up (go up up up)
    Going up (go up up up)
    (Verse)
    Ridin round my city
    Like Montana in ‘*******
    Rich Rocka that new *****
    Heard that through the grape vine
    Yea I’m smoking like Snoopie
    Be the ***** on cloud 9
    Going after that tank top
    My city on, it’s about time
    I still carry that lightning
    ‘Cause *****s don’t like to see you *******ne
    Hundred bands on that brightening
    And a ***** still never on time
    Bad *******, all dimes
    ***** strands, all kinds
    Feds all on my car lots
    ‘Cus I’m getting money like all the time
    YSL my belt buckle
    Yall ******* sure is lookin
    Smoke all in my residence
    They like how ***** sure is cookin
    My whip flyin round like Han****
    High, blowin on Shamrock
    My domie on that gwop
    I grind homie, I can’t stop
    (Hook)
    Welcome to the city (it’s my city)
    Real *****s ride with me
    ***** getting ones, I’m tryna get that 50
    (50 what?) 50 million
    (Turn up) Gold stacked to that ceiling
    (Turn up) Gold stacked to that ceiling
    (Turn up) Gold stacked to that ceiling
    Going up (go up up up)
    Going up (go up up up)
    Going up (go up up up)
    Going up (go up up up)
  • (Intro)
    Yall like this
    It definitely sound like Rich Rocka
    Aye
    (Verse)
    Ridin round my city
    Like Steve Young in ‘94
    Hunneds all in my pockets
    Callin plates for my iPhone
    I put it down for my city
    Everywhere that I go
    My amigos touch down
    Had to cancel like 5 shows I’m fresh out of that Nina
    Ca*******er got mad at me
    Had er there for like 30 minutes
    My yellow ******* done got back happy
    I run the city like coppin it
    Feature price like half a brick
    On Activist with a Spanish *******
    And my wrist lit like candle stick
    I’m getting money on *****s
    Streets callin me Rich Rocka
    Rock Versace like Big Popa
    Turn a college ******* to a pill popper
    I’m getting money on *******
    Reservations at crustaceans
    Foreign whip got her heart racin
    She star gazin, *******
    (Hook)
    Welcome to the city (it’s my city)
    Real *****s ride with me
    ***** getting ones, I’m tryna get that 50
    (50 what?) 50 million
    (Turn up) Gold stacked to that ceiling
    (Turn up) Gold stacked to that ceiling
    (Turn up) Gold stacked to that ceiling
    Going up (go up up up)
    Going up (go up up up)
    Going up (go up up up)
    Going up (go up up up)
    (Verse)
    Ridin round my city
    Like Montana in ‘*******
    Rich Rocka that new *****
    Heard that through the grape vine
    Yea I’m smoking like Snoopie
    Be the ***** on cloud 9
    Going after that tank top
    My city on, it’s about time
    I still carry that lightning
    ‘Cause *****s don’t like to see you *******ne
    Hundred bands on that brightening
    And a ***** still never on time
    Bad *******, all dimes
    ***** strands, all kinds
    Feds all on my car lots
    ‘Cus I’m getting money like all the time
    YSL my belt buckle
    Yall ******* sure is lookin
    Smoke all in my residence
    They like how ***** sure is cookin
    My whip flyin round like Han****
    High, blowin on Shamrock
    My domie on that gwop
    I grind homie, I can’t stop
    (Hook)
    Welcome to the city (it’s my city)
    Real *****s ride with me
    ***** getting ones, I’m tryna get that 50
    (50 what?) 50 million
    (Turn up) Gold stacked to that ceiling
    (Turn up) Gold stacked to that ceiling
    (Turn up) Gold stacked to that ceiling
    Going up (go up up up)
    Going up (go up up up)
    Going up (go up up up)
    Going up (go up up up)