G’d Up Lyrics

Artist: Lil Wayne (Feat Curren$y & Mack Maine)
Album: ~
Year: 2011

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[Intro – Lil Wayne]
Wake your punk ass up for the two double O five, brother
Young Money, the future

[Verse 1 – Lil Wayne]
Hot boy in the building, rock hard
Hard rock, hard body got it in the ceiling, yeah
I got burners in the basement, money in the mattress
Don’t look at their faces, taste it, yeah I’m nasty right
But my bape so clean and white, look like there’s no laces
But I’m not your gal, so I don’t walk around with my tongue out
Got a little dough, so I can’t walk around with my gun out
So I keep my gun in, waitin’ for you to come in
I’m comin’ with that Bang Bang Boogaloo
Hey, stop lookin’ at me hater
Or it’s gonna be: “damn, man look at you”
Now look at us, and if you is I bet you lookin’ up
How I come with Young Money in the clutch like Mike
Make me take your lunch money, ya brunch and ya punch
It’s Weezy, church

[Chorus – Lil Wayne & (Curren$y)]
Well I was just ridin’ in my city, ain’t stoppin’ for a hater
Make you get up out my face if you ain’t talkin’ ’bout cake
And if you’re talkin’ to my boys, get ya brains blowed out
Like the top of every car we probably drive this summer
We G’d up, we G’d up (ay, ay)
You know we G’d Up (yeah, ay, ay, yeah)
We G’d up, you know we… (Hot Spitta, yeah)

[Verse 2 – Curren$y]
It ain’t a secret that I got my cake up
My rims so big girls checkin’ their make-up in them
Yeah, the watchbands on my Jacob the same color as my bapesters
Harder than from Japan and I’m fittin’ to change my name to You-The-Man
Cause when I ride by girls tell me: “you the man”
Yeah, Curren$y the Hot Spitter yes I am
Rockin’ the white polo and a pair of plaid pants
I’m on the block in my fly boy stance
With my argyle socks and my white and green stans
Yeah, that’s Adidas homie
I’m chasin this paper cause I need this money
Left one of my girls alone, she’s so lonely
Don’t even want to eat no more, she gettin’ boney
Yeah, haters see me and say “he’s so phony”
Cause I left the price tag on my Evisu’s, woodie

[Chorus – Lil Wayne & (Mack Maine)]
Well I was just ridin’ in my city, ain’t stoppin’ for a hater
Make you get up out my face if you ain’t talkin’ ’bout cake
And if you’re talkin’ to my boys, get ya brains blowed out
Like the top of every car we probably drive this summer
We G’d up, we G’d up (chea)
You know we G’d Up (uh, I’m G’d up homie)
We G’d up, you know we… (chea, Maine for President, lets get it)

[Verse 3 – Mack Maine]
I’m tryna cop a house in the East for my shop Uptown
Ride up Apple & E, and pop Uptown
When the time cats run, it’s still hot Uptown
When I’m on tour, the only time I’m not Uptown
Now don’t be wiggin’ off that E and get F’d up
Thinkin’ that you’re G’d up, boy you better ease up
We bleed the hood, the hood bleed us
But every time we hit the hood, the people hollerin’ out: “Jesus”
Here come the nasty, product of his environment
Micky Dee’s firin’, the postal wasn’t hirin’
Everyday the boy went to sleep to the sirens
And them people swingin’ round here and they inquirin’
Who that is supplyin’ all that love?
I wasn’t a crip, but I was hollerin’ out: “what up blood?”
When your relative, but I was hollerin’: “what up cuz?”
If necessary, my pa was a beast, its hereditary, chea

[Chorus – Lil Wayne]
Well I was just ridin’ in my city, ain’t stoppin’ for a hater
Make you get up out my face if you ain’t talkin’ ’bout cake
And if you’re talkin’ to my boys, get ya brains blowed out
Like the top of every car we probably drive this summer
We G’d up, we G’d up
You know we G’d Up
We G’d up, you know we…

[Outro – Lil Wayne]
Young Money, Young Money, we the future
Well I was just…
Young Maine, Mack-Mack Maine
The Hot Spitta, the Hot, the Hot Spitta
Wizzle F Baby, please say the baby
If not… shut up

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