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Tune Up
5,357
Hip-Hop/Rap
Tune Up was released on June 20, 2025 by Paper Route Empire as a part of the album Kenjamin Franklin
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Release DateJune 20, 2025
LabelPaper Route Empire
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM66

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kenny Muney
Kenny Muney
Performer
Young Dolph
Young Dolph
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kenneth Bernard Greene
Kenneth Bernard Greene
Songwriter
Adolph Robert Thornton Jr.
Adolph Robert Thornton Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bandplay
Bandplay
Producer
Chanoonthebeat
Chanoonthebeat
Producer
PEEZYMANE
PEEZYMANE
Mixing Engineer
Glenn Schick
Glenn Schick
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Ayo, BandPlay
She say I'm next, I already knew I was
Yeah, yeah
Muney (Hey)
[Chorus]
She say I'm next, I already knew I was
I took my name, I stretched it and blew it up (Yeah)
My money long and stand up like a dually truck
Took my revolver inside the booty club (Yeah)
It's like six hoes on the way to my condo, told them hoes, "Ain't nothin' but two of us" (Aye)
Ain't shit sweet 'cause it ain't nothin' but two of us (Aye)
Somebody play, then I promise we suitin' up
These **** don't want no smoke, put my suit up
Go get the money, go get it, go loot it up (Go get it)
I been into figures like, man, I'm too up (Too up)
Yeah, you can't even start, go tune up (Tune up)
Look at them lame-ass ****, they losin', uh
I hang with rich ****, killers, and screw-ups (Yeah)
Told all my partners, "No matter what state you in, if you go broke, man, watch how they do you"
[Verse 1]
Glocks with extensions, lotta bad bitches (Aye, aye)
Gave him a Uzi, sent him on a mission (Aye)
Used to fuck with him till he turned to a fuck ****, had to tell my best friend to keep his distance (Damn)
She thickalicious, walked in the house and fucked her in the kitchen (Yeah, yeah)
My fingers, they itchin', this bankroll on me bigger than a midget (Yeah, yeah)
Used to be broke, but I ain't never, ever goin' back no more (Yeah, yeah)
Racks in the floor, chopper up under my Givenchy coat (Yeah, yeah)
I don't trust a soul, I hate these **** and I hate these hoes (Yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I gotta go, I got a play waitin' on me at the store (Be right back)
But I ain't gon' lie, she a bad lil' bitch (Bad)
Smashed her for thirty minutes, jumped up, put on my clothes and now she a mad lil' bitch (Ha)
I got shit to do and people to see (Yeah)
My nigganem just like me (Yeah)
Dope boy, I love white tees (Yeah)
Iced out, in a pair of Spike Lee's (Yeah)
Keep chopsticks like the Chinese
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I know I'm in love with these sticks like the Chinese
These some new choppers, I can't wait to fire these (Yeah)
Drac' with the stock, yeah, it kick like karate (Yeah)
I love my guns and a bitch with a body
Yeah, y'all **** be buyin' these bitches
I must be a Birkin, these hoes tryna buy me (Aye)
I hit that lil' bitch, now her friend wanna try me
I give her good dick, then go missin' like Kyrie (Let's go)
Back to the trap where they love me like Ali
I make it rain and the drought got 'em jolly
Go ask about me, this rap shit a hobby
You know my name, boy, the bank can't deny me (Muney)
Just look at what my hustle done got me
Young **** so fly, got the planes tryna fly me
My wrist wet as hell, got my cup tryna try me
I'm poppin' big shit like a Perc' and a molly (Molly)
Yeah, this bitch popped a Perc', tryna boot up
She turnin' up, she just bought her a new butt (Goddamn)
Yeah, I like thick bitches, bosses and cougars
I only do business with trappers and jewelers (Hold on)
Hold on, I mean trappers, jewelers, and shooters
We stand on these Glocks, we ain't usin' no Rugers
You know we locked in like the goddamn Ku Klux
Used to be down, now look, we done moved up, bitch
[Chorus]
She say I'm next, I already knew I was
I took my name, I stretched it and blew it up (Yeah)
My money long and stand up like a dually truck
Took my revolver inside the booty club (Yeah)
It's like six hoes on the way to my condo, told them hoes, "Ain't nothin' but two of us" (Aye)
Ain't shit sweet 'cause it ain't nothin' but two of us (Aye)
Somebody play, then I promise we suitin' up
These **** don't want no smoke, put my suit up
Go get the money, go get it, go loot it up (Go get it)
I been into figures like, man, I'm too up (Too up)
Yeah, you can't even start, go tune up (Tune up)
Look at them lame-ass ****, they losin', uh
I hang with rich ****, killers, and screw-ups (Yeah)
Told all my partners, "No matter what state you in, if you go broke, man, watch how they do you"
Written by: Adolph Robert Thornton Jr., Kenneth Bernard Greene
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