Tag: Jimmy Dean


Young Thug – Goin Up Lyrics




[Intro: Young Thug & Lil Keed]
Yeah
Do you love me baby?
Like I love you baby
Keed
Yeah

[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Yeah, in that Bentley coupe doin’ the whole thing
Throw that shit up to the roof, bitch we balling
Bring them bitches in the room if they all in
I spent so many racks on these pants, bitch I’m stylin’
Bitch I’m goin’ up, bitches goin’ down me
Bitch I’m slowed up, I been drinking codeine
So much blue cheese in these pants, look like the money huggin’ me
And when I hop off in the crowd they hold me way way up

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I put some bread in my pocket, Jimmy Dean
I add a rose gold chain when I drink my lean
I add Chanel on the rip of shawty’s jeans (slatt)
I need a Tylenol, I’m popped too many beans
I’m at the VMA awards, now bring ’em out
I left the dentist with some braces in her mouth (tighten it up)
I told your darling, shawty was on south
I take this Rari, park it at the house
I tell her it stop it, call me and take this up
I told her to stop it, I got on my knees up
I bought you the Rollie, you know it came forty-four B’d up, yeah
Cupid fishbowl is at the top
I put the tint on it (yeah), she tryna sit on it (yeah)
I throw the climax (what?), I got the deal on it, yeah
It came in wireless (what?), I spent a rent on it (yeah)
I’m smokin’ on thrax pack, gotta keep the seal on it, yeah (that’s kush)
You catch a body, gotta put appeal on it, yeah
I’m Prince high-key, straight out the trenches with it, yeah
I’m Bob Marley, the next century yeah
Hopped in with your boo
Wanna see chest up and then nothin’ else

[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Yeah, in that Bentley coupe doin’ the whole thing
Throw that shit up to the roof, bitch we balling
Bring them bitches in the room if they all in
I spent so many racks on these pants, bitch I’m stylin’
Bitch I’m goin’ up, bitches goin’ down me
Bitch I’m slowed up, I been drinking codeine
So much blue cheese in these pants, look like the money huggin’ me
And when I hop off in the crowd they hold me way way up

[Verse 2: Lil Keed]
MG, Benz truck, we speedin’
Yeah she say she down, she just wanna be ’round me
Yes I’m havin’ European denim on my bottom
I got niggas who won’t squeal and they came straight from the bottom, yeah yeah
Sunset sherbert in my lungs
I rock out the show, count them racks in the morning
VVS diamonds, we havin’ some pointers
I pull up with slime, them snakes out the jungle
Neck flooded, you gon’ need a sponge
I’m through with the hoe, she didn’t pass the road
I’m wiping his nose, we crossin’ him out
All it take is one call, they surrounding your house

[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Yeah, in that Bentley coupe doin’ the whole thing
Throw that shit up to the roof, bitch we balling
Bring them bitches in the room if they all in
I spent so many racks on these pants, bitch I’m stylin’
Bitch I’m goin’ up, bitches goin’ down me
Bitch I’m slowed up, I been drinking codeine
So much blue cheese in these pants, look like the money huggin’ me
And when I hop off in the crowd they hold me way way up

[Outro: Lil Keed & Young Thug]
Bitch I’m goin’ up (do you love me baby?)
Bitch I’m slowed up (like I love you baby?)
Bitch I’m goin’ up, bitches goin’ down me (do you love me baby?)
Bitch I’m slowed up, I been drinking codeine(like I love you baby?)
Do you love me baby?
Like I love you baby?
Do you love me baby?
Like I love you, yeah




Birdman & Young Thug – Bit Bak




[Hook: Young Thug]
I’m in a Maybach at a kick back
Gettin’ geeked out my mind
I’m in a Maybach at a kick back, big cat
I’m in a Maybach at a kick back with a big rack
I’m in a Maybach cost big racks (big racks)
Big ol’ racks yeah!
Run up them bands, fuck is you doin’
Run up them bands, fuck is you doin’
That money pursue it nigga, the fuck is you doin’
You run up some bands nigga, the fuck is you doin’ (woo woo)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Fuck is you talkin’ bout? I pull up and talk it out
I pull out the stick yeah, make everybody walk it out
She slob on my dick yeah, she do it for the girl scout
She fuck on my bitch yeah, she eating my girl out
GTV til I hurl out
Run a plan, get swirled out
What the fuck you so early bout
You dead broke at your girl house
I’m sellin’ out shows now, I bring out the world now
I fuck on your girl yeah, I tear up your world yeah yeah
I’m high as the nose bleed, that gold like a trophy
White boy on a nigga team
That purple my choice of lean (yeah)
My pockets on Jimmy Dean (yeah)
My AP so clear the scene (yeah)
We big I could see and read
My fingers a couple keys yeah

[Hook]
I’m in a Maybach at a kick back
Gettin’ geeked out my mind
I’m in a Maybach at a kick back, big cat
I’m in a Maybach at a kick back with a big rack
I’m in a Maybach cost big racks (big racks)
Big ol’ racks yeah!
Run up them bands, fuck is you doin’
Run up them bands, fuck is you doin’
That money pursue it nigga, the fuck is you doin’
You run up some bands nigga, the fuck is you doin’ (woo woo)

[Verse 2: Birdman]
Stunna Stunna man
I bet em five hundred bands
Rich gang we the talibans
Bust through them rubber bands
I do it for my momma man
We came out the trash can
Look at me the last man
Look at me the last man standing
Maybach panoramic
That bitch is sleepin, no xanax
Fuck em all no scamin’
I’m rich before your grandaddy
Versace Versace make em panic
The mansion made her wear the panties
She asked a nigga where the plan at?
Baking soda, whole ‘nother planet
I’m havin’ water where the Titanic?
New watch, the Titanic
I ran it up now they all hatin’ on me
Playin’ with me better put some respek on it

[Hook: Young Thug]
I’m in a Maybach at a kick back
Gettin’ geeked out my mind
I’m in a Maybach at a kick back
I’m in a Maybach at a kick back, big cat
I’m in a Maybach with a big rack
I’m in a Maybach cost big racks (big racks)
Run up them bands, fuck is you doin’
That money pursue it nigga, the fuck is you doin’
You run up some bands nigga, the fuck is you doin’ (woo woo)

[Interlude: Birdman]
Seven day
Strip club tour
Every last one fill with bands
ATL on a Monday
Chi-Town on a Tuesday
New York on a Wednesday
En Noir on a Thursday
Miami on a Friday
Vegas on a Saturday
LA on Sunday
Rich Gang lifestyle
Type of shit we do
Rich Gang
B’s up

[Hook: Young Thug]
I’m in a Maybach at a kick back
Gettin’ geeked out my mind
I’m in a Maybach at a kick back, big cat
I’m in a Maybach at a kick back with a big rack
I’m in a Maybach cost big racks (big racks)
Big ol’ racks yeah!
Run up them bands, fuck is you doin’
Run up them bands, fuck is you doin’
That money pursue it nigga, the fuck is you doin’
You run up some bands nigga, the fuck is you doin’ (woo woo)

[Outro: Birdman]
Stunna Stunna man
I bet em five hundred bands
Rich gang we the talibans
Bust through them rubber bands