Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Timothie Wayde Parks
Songwriter
Lyrics
Yea
Yea
You want it all come ride with me
Look into my eyes
Just tell the truth girl please don't lie to me
She said I make her feel good but might break her heart the irony
It's okay I got new bitch 2 bitch Gemini with me
Ok we lit bitch
Yea we uppers
Numbers adding up up
Upwards
She said she need money girl you absurd
Stacked to the motherfucking brim
Shit might rupture
Yea
Run it up till I can't feel my legs
Started with a little money make it stretch
This shit was made for me knew I was next
Rip my dawg pressure on my chest
Feel like a brick on it
I just did a tape but I might sit on it
I been off the shits if I must admit
He said he make money but he broke
Hypocrite
We are not the same
We are different
Ok we lit bitch
Yea we uppers
Numbers adding up up
Upwards
She said she need money girl you absurd
Stacked to the motherfucking brim
Shit might rupture
Ok we lit bitch
Yea we uppers
Yea yea yea
Yea we uppers
Ok we lit bitch
Yea we uppers
Uh
Ok we lit bitch
Yea we uppers
Written by: Timothie Wayde Parks

