Andre DeSaint - UpNORTH lyrics

[Verse 1: Ellz] Money crisp as denim Keep mine, I don't let 'em Chill me before I heat 'em up k** 'em I got my Nina tucked Breaking buds up on Lisa bu*t Ray that is, you n***as f**ing with me? You don't hear how gay that is? Y'all two timing, both ways, looking like you crossing the street a** n***as Peepin game I'm in the p**y till she queef She bitter embarra**ed, you feed her carrots and best friend it Friend zone motherf**er never trust those motherf**ers They'll spray you quick tell the chick you laying with You playing with her emotions and put a Dream album on And tell her bout his emotions You n***as soft as 80's d** you break em up put em in baking soda I'm like change in sofas when you broke ain't got capoodle And your diet tired of Ramen Noodles and Sam's soda And momma can see it through you Of course you'll see it through too But weak n***as never do Weak n***as never do what meek n***as tell 'em you Show and prove if you a bad motherf**er You better f** a bad mother wit some BeBe's Kids And your last rubber busted cause it was in your wallet collecting dust Now she got another on the way and you'll never trust That b**h my n***a really I couldn't blame you She cheated with you so how the hell can't she play you? Pulling strings like a guitar we are PayUp! Game affiliates my n***a you a weed jar We'll smoke you, b*atch! [André DeSaint] b*atch! yeah PayUp! in this .. like it's '96 n***a '95, whatever [Verse 2: André DeSaint] Yeah, I was sent from heaven to raise hell I hated school with others I never played well I'm always tryna switch it up, this is phase 12 Can't wait for the day that everything I say sells f** the stories that they tell I'm just chilling with my hipster b**h, we be f**ing to Sleigh Bells She quotes me, Jay-Z, and Adele And eats organic cause she's just tryna age well I hit the ground running, somebody check the finish line Me and money go together, chill and watch us intertwine Ignoring text message, I ain't tryna give her time Somebody broke her heart, and now she's begging me to give her mine But you know that history repeats itself Told you I'm the future n***a, I'm just tryna meet myself Damn it I'm sick, grab your cameras quick Was born in New York and never been a fan of the Knicks But I'm a fan of your b**h, and that's such a rapper thing to say I'm either on another planet or only a ring away You n***as lose-lose we do it the winner's way PayUp! got the floor now so f** what you finna say And I ain't never wrote a verse without substance That's why my message always got across like Justice Ain't nobody listening? Damn, n***a.. tough sh** Hang it up, I suggest anything but this What the f**, b**h