get on up!!! Get on up!!! Get on up!!! Wont cha get on up!!! Get on up!! Get on up!!! Get on up!!!! Wont cha get on up!!!! Get on up!!!! Get on up!!! Get on
movies, 20 for an entree Take her to the house and tossed her up the sautee Dip her, then I flip her on her tummy first Yeah, you know I gotta get my money
that's the spot where a bitch'll get ten dollars just rubbin on the cock Yeah, Tee bein a trick won't work You won't spend my money on no (??) and that
o'man drop and u crissie t, yuh pretty face cant trick me hotel today hold a almond tree well good wukkin up and mi haffi find skool fee me cant spend mi daughter money
movies, 20 for an entree Take her to the house and tossed her up the sautee Strip her, then I flip her on her tummy first Yeah, you know I gotta get my money
way on the projects {Hear what em sayin, V? Word em up} (Bring your motherfuckin ass on up){Word em up} Word up {KnowhutI'msayin, Mark? 45 ki's} [Verse
run with On the up and up that's that real crab shit Poppin mad shit on that mix tape shit But when it's time to face a heat, you on that other type shit
(feat. Money Mark, Rick Ross, Deuce Poppi, Mystic) [Trick Daddy] Bitch I'll kill ya, fo' night [Hook x2] I'm goin' all way out bout mine Best dat a
get mine on the low Hustle 'til a nigga can't ball no mo' Fall to the flo' Cause the shit don't stop Shit get real right here, Money Mark J to the Dot
Bet yo ass this shit won't stop You know C.O. got shit on lock (Huh) Big boy takin' over the block Got kids on the curb goin' (Bop, bop...) [Deuce Poppi] Now hold up, wait a minute Let me get
Slip-N-Slide Express [Intro] ("Get down!") Yessuh, (uh huh uh huh uh huh..) Slip-N-Slide Records Uhh, fin' to take it to da house Just get on up and ("Get
(feat. Money Mark of Tre+6) [Verse 1: Money Mark] It's hard for a nigga just to breathe in the streets Let alone trying to make cheese in the streets
fraud but your broad's calling me daddy While you pumpin' dollar bottles on the floor looking funny I'm going drop hits with Shaq kid and dirt getting money
trapped again Bet yo ass this shit won't stop You know C.O. got shit on lock (Huh) Big boy takin' over the block Got kids on the curb goin' (Bop, bop...) [Deuce Poppi] Now hold up, wait a minute Let me get
baby Buddy Roe (singing) If you see me walking down the street, and I'm lookin fly-hy I'm lookin fly Walk on by Walk on by Trick Daddy Yes sir I wear
a nigga show you real love A dedication to them real thugs Cause we the last one's livin' [Chorus: (repeat 2x) Trick Daddy] All I need to get on is
