Correction Lyrics Goin’ Up by CJ

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Uh, uh, uh, uh
They don't wanna know what's up
They don't wanna know what's up
(Six, chill, fool, for real, for real)

I got the trap going up
These n***as know what's up
b*t*hes be falling in love
I fell in love with the bucks
I got the trap going up
These n***as know what's up
b*t*hes be falling in love
I fell in love with the bucks
I got the trap going up, up, up, up, up
I got the trap going up, up, up, up, up
I got the trap going up
These n***as know what's up
b*t*hes be falling in love
I fell in love with the bucks

I got the .40, the .40, the .40, the .40, the .40 on me
And I just keep on stacking, I'm stacking, I'm stacking, I'm stacking the cheese
I just got off the linе with my brother, he told me, "n***a, you got thе key to the streets"
And they say they want smoke, they don't want no smoke, man, these n***as don't want no beef
Ain't no talking no hot sh*t on my phone
Made a hundred K right off the iPhone
Ain't bringing no treesh to my home
First I f**k up the spot then I'm gone
Need that money right now, pronto
b*t*h, I'm the boss, honcho
Said lil' b*t*h I'm the man, macho
Tell 'em welcome to the party like Pop Smoke

Hoes on top of hoes, zoes on top of zoes
I be stepping out all designer clothes
I need me a Wraith, I need me a Rolls
I be in the club, I be popping Rosé
Spend it, get it back, you know how it goes
Ducking from the jakes, I be laying low
Tell 'em that I need a band for a show
Having nightmares that the feds at the door
I told you I had to get it
Whipping the work and I stay to the kitchen
I told brother let's stick to the vision
Before you know it, we ran up the digits
Rule number one, never fall for no b*t*hes
I want the top, we ain't doing kisses
Testing my gangster, you ending up missing
I'm just getting started, this just the beginning

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