Correction Lyrics Tear it up by YNG Travs

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I like to flex
Cuz I do it best
You spent a check on your neck
I spent a check on your girl and that’s why she your ex
I got designer on Set
This money I’ll never forget
She gave the brain then I left
I cannot f**k with the rest
Hop from the coup to the jet

And I can’t love no thot
I put that straight on my mom
She wanna f**k with a boss
She keep on callin me up
But I can’t answer no call
Never know which ones a op
Don’t want a wife want the top
Money I make it a lot
Moncler on me for the top

She ain’t love me I was low huh
Now she coming to my shows now
I be on they see the flow now
Tear it up I always show out
She ain’t love me I was low huh
Now she coming to my shows now
I be on they see the flow now
Tear it up I always show out

Hatin on me cuz I ran it up
Dirty sprite up in my double coup
If you talking better back it up
Cuz my people on you and they keep it tucked
If your girl like me then she getting f**ked
That’s how we playing if you F**k with us
Boss status I can’t f**k with scrubs

F**k out my face
I got some people I can’t catch no case
And they leaving no trace
I’m feeling thirsty might sip on some ace
Off white on my lace
Givenchy the sweater might dip in a wraith
She call me bae
She want the whole thing but I gave her a taste

Music got me in my bag now
Yeah they love how I do it
Exes wanna take me back now
Cuz they f**k with my music
New bag straight from saks now
Yeah they see how I’m movin
I ain’t f**king with no hand outs
Ran it up so I’m coolin

I remember when the cash was rough
Now I got enough
Sh*t was crazy how I ran it up
Now my pockets stuffed
If I talk I always back it up
Shooters on you you a scrub
Heater on me know I flak it up
If we aiming better run

She a dub but she f**k with me too
Got a check and I spent it on shoes
Come close hit the spikes on the loubs
High up feel like I’m on the moon
Sh*t was deep now I’m making times two
I’m sleep when she come she go n***
We beast the whole gang from the zoo

Gucci loafers with fur on tryna f**k with my fashion
Action
All my shooters get to clapping
Blastin
Yeah I want it never had it
Static
Imma F**k her no romantic
Cash it
Off white with the patches

I went from My Way now She Bad
And she do things that make me Breathe a little
I ain’t f**king with my Old Girl
Joe might just go bust the Rollie out
She wanna make me her whole world
Double Rs is how we rolling now
If I ain’t like her then she getting curved
Never see me how I move around
Bro took your b*t*h and we went and swerved
You a scrub you dirt

Exes on my checklist I ain’t love her nananana nanananana
Xs on the sweater how I pulll together nanananana
How I keep on flexing put some brands on nanananana
Yeah I know how they keep on stressing yeah nanananana

Margielas with the straps out
Run up on me bring the straps out
Hit it from the back clap sound
She bouncin on it bring that a** down
Cuz I ain’t f**king with a wife
I just want her for the night
But if she ever treat me right
I won’t let her leave my side

Bathing ape with the shark hoodie looking like I’m in beast mode
I got the cheat code
She said that she love me
I really don’t need hoes
She hating my ego
I might pull up and I f**k a casino
Might f**k up a C Note
She loving me cuz I’m fly like an eagle

Uh Turn me up I ain’t done
Ran it up and caught a dub
Uh Now I’m mad tear  it up
Now I’m mad tear it up

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