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Drank Up
7,856
Hip-Hop/Rap
Drank Up was released on March 12, 2013 by Black Money Music Group / Smoovie Baby as a part of the album 5 Hunnit Degreez
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Release DateMarch 12, 2013
LabelBlack Money Music Group / Smoovie Baby
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM96

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Smoovie Baby
Smoovie Baby
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
S. Williams
S. Williams
Composer
T. Carrie
T. Carrie
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Iamsu!
Iamsu!
Producer

Lyrics

Say girl act up for a young G
Full time trill **** like Bun B
I got bread homie and I got lunch meat
I spend what you make in a year up in one week
Black Money blowing up like C4
If he a phony ****, ain't nobody we know
A cold **** but I'm hotter than a peacoat
Money is the key, yeah I'm talking about C notes
My **** up in the building, we give a fuck how you feeling
You know them suckas be grilling, my money up to the ceiling
A lot of bitches be choosing, I'm always up for the drilling
Pretty **** with money, I know we something appealing
I'm known to do my thing when the time comes
Cop J's that ain't coming off for five months
Young baby I'm a G though
And I am my brother's keeper like Nino
Now when I walk in I need all my friends
To grab one of these hoes and turn up
And I done been on my grind, hella on my mind
I got all this cash to burn up
So it's time to spend money, and drink up
Spend money, and drink up
Spend money, and drink up
Spend money, and drink up
Put that on the mob I ain't never going broke dog
You do what you can, I do what I want dog
Long hair, don't care, no ghost dog
Got a bad bitch, I'mma send her like a postcard
Do my hood breed suckas? That's a hell nah
Do it for the fields, I be repping everywhere y'all
A made ****, ain't shit that I can tell y'all
I'm too turnt, I can knock a **** head off
Known to get it popping for certain, a fly ****
All the bitches stopping and turning, a drunk ****
Bottles of Ciroc we be splurging
Got these hoes tipsy now they booties dropping like curtains
The show's over, so over, gotta fly home
It's all good, let my brother Sage drive home
Making major deals from my iPhone
Black Money be who them bitches cry for
Now when I walk in I need all my friends
To grab one of these hoes and turn up
And I done been on my grind, hella on my mind
I got all this cash to burn up
So it's time to spend money, and drink up
Spend money, and drink up
Spend money, and drink up
Spend money, and drink up
Then you can thank me, like a bottle you can drink me
Fresh **** but my weed hella stanky
Tunnel vision, if it's drama then I can't see
Chasing money, never let the money chase me
Black Money smooth, shawty can't front
Shaking champagne bottles while she shake butt
I got my cake up, now it's time to drink up
We in Motif turning San Jose up
Now when I walk in I need all my friends
To grab one of these hoes and turn up
And I done been on my grind, hella on my mind
I got all this cash to burn up
So it's time to spend money, and drink up
Spend money, and drink up
Spend money, and drink up
Spend money, and drink up
Written by: S. Williams, T. Carrie
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