The Glo Up
(Chorus)

Please don't hit me up if it ain't cash involved
Every bitch you see me wit she bad & all
My niggas is crazy they don't have it all
Reaching for my shit then they gon blast at yall

I Glo'd up & turned to Gordo Flea
Now these bitches in my DM shootin' threes
I might have her meet me overseas
Screaming free my nigga Slutty til he free

(Verse)

Valentino'd down like who heart i'm gon break?
Gucci call me up to tell me what is on the way
I be metro boomin through the trap I got the bass
Love my bitches boujee I just put em in they place

Told my ex don't ask me how I'm doing, bitch I'm great
Random Friday night I might just pull up in the wraith
Need a bigger safe cuz I been runnin outta space
Need a bigger closet I been runnin outta space
Every time you see me in the streets i'm fly as hell
Your bitch wanna hug me just to smell the YSL
If I wasn't grinding so damn hard I mighta fell
You can't buy my swag & my ambition not for sale

Your bitch on my dick she want a boss you just a follower.. I Knew from the way she lick her lips she was a swallower .. You could have her back so just relax cuz I just borrowed her .. I Might Cash a check then cash another just to follow up

(Chorus)

Please don't hit me up if it ain't cash involved
Every bitch you see me wit she bad & all
My niggas is crazy they don't have it all
Reaching for my shit they probly blast at yall

I Glo'd up & turned to Gordo Flea
Got these bitches in my DM shootin' threes
I might have her meet me overseas
Screaming free my nigga Slutty til he free

(Verse 2)

New Givenchy shades might not wear them shits again
I been fucked ya bitch but now I'm try'na get her friend
Lately all my bitches been a nine or been a ten
Went & copped the beamer now I'm bout to get the benz
Worried bout the money, I ain't worried bout the fame
Go designer shoppin' & they know me by my name
I keep buying shit cuz it help take away the pain
I done wen't through so much shit you mighta went insane

Ya niggas know me from round the way
I got a new freezer on the way
I got my new eater on the way
She know I don't even wanna wait

I did the Versace robe before you niggas thought of it
I can't split the pot wit these lil bitches I need all of it
Judging by my fit these hoes they think that I just caught a lick... You could ask my bitch I always bought it if I wanted it

(Chorus)

Please don't hit me up if it ain't cash involved
Every bitch you see me wit she bad & all
My niggas is crazy they don't have it all
Reaching for my shit they probly blast at yall

I Glo'd up & turned to Gordo Flea
Got these bitches in my DM shootin' threes
I might have her meet me overseas
Screaming free my nigga Slutty til he free