CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Stay Witta Stick
Eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, yeah (Stay with a stick)
Eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, yeah (Stay with a stick, stay with a stick)
Eat it up, b*t*h, pull up with mothef**kin', motherf**kin' b*t*h (Still got no stick)
I don't need one, I got my motherf**kin' b*t*h (CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY)
That system cheap, I got my one legit
Lil Uzi Vert! (Yeah)
Got too geeked up, I done turned to a nerd, yeah (Oh)
I been f**kin' with Freebandz, I start moving birds, yeah (Brr)
I start gettin' free bands, f**k what you heard, man (Yeah)
Pull up, a 918, that is a Porsche and I ain't tryna hit the curb, man
My n***a pull up, they masked up, they got all the choppas, it look like the Purge, yeah
Mixin' the red with the yellow, the yellow, the sh*t remind me of some purp, yeah
Every time your b*t*h, she pull up, she suckin' my d**k and I make that ho squirt, yeah
The millions comin' in four-five years, I add five years, that probably two years
I been in the game, I'm a millionaire
Heel on my car, turn that b*t*h to a deer
These n***as broke so these boys not my peers
Cartier Buffie, the lens on 'em clear (Yeah)
Not in the airport, I stay out the clear
f**ked the b*t*h, f**k your b*t*h right in the chair
I stay with money right on me, uh-huh (I stay with money right on me)
No, I do not wear Versace but my boxers Versace, don't wear no Tommy's (Yeah, on God)
I almost lost the Lamb' (Damn), I almost lost my mind (Skrrt)
Ran when that n***a, he took the stand (Damn)
You don't even know what it feels like puttin' a hit on your own man (Yeah)
The bodies, the bodies keep rollin' in, money keep rollin' in
Your b*t*h, she rollin' just right off the pills (Yeah, yeah)
I get the money, this sh*t is the real (Yeah, yeah)
I got your b*t*h on me, she like the deal
She tryna suck on my pickle, I f**ked on your b*t*h then I gave her a nickle
No, I'm not lyin', nothings an issue when you got Chanel print right on your tissue (Yeah)
I'm in this b*t*h with JR, put a clear clip on a motherf**kin' AR (Brr)
Eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up
Swallow it whole when a young n***a skeet it up
Turn around, come on lil' b*t*h, let me beat it up (Yeah)
Beat it up, beat it up, beat it up, beat it up (Yeah)
Poppin' a pill, that be twice, yeah
I'm on a whole 'nother vibe, yeah
I'm a young n***a from Philly, my b*t*h, she be movin' them drugs out of Cobb (Ah)
Eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, yeah (Stay with a stick, stay with a stick)
Eat it up, b*t*h, pull up with mothef**kin', motherf**kin' b*t*h (Still got no stick)
I don't need one, I got my motherf**kin' b*t*h (CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY)
That system cheap, I got my one legit
Lil Uzi Vert! (Yeah)
Got too geeked up, I done turned to a nerd, yeah (Oh)
I been f**kin' with Freebandz, I start moving birds, yeah (Brr)
I start gettin' free bands, f**k what you heard, man (Yeah)
Pull up, a 918, that is a Porsche and I ain't tryna hit the curb, man
My n***a pull up, they masked up, they got all the choppas, it look like the Purge, yeah
Mixin' the red with the yellow, the yellow, the sh*t remind me of some purp, yeah
Every time your b*t*h, she pull up, she suckin' my d**k and I make that ho squirt, yeah
The millions comin' in four-five years, I add five years, that probably two years
I been in the game, I'm a millionaire
Heel on my car, turn that b*t*h to a deer
These n***as broke so these boys not my peers
Cartier Buffie, the lens on 'em clear (Yeah)
Not in the airport, I stay out the clear
f**ked the b*t*h, f**k your b*t*h right in the chair
I stay with money right on me, uh-huh (I stay with money right on me)
No, I do not wear Versace but my boxers Versace, don't wear no Tommy's (Yeah, on God)
I almost lost the Lamb' (Damn), I almost lost my mind (Skrrt)
Ran when that n***a, he took the stand (Damn)
You don't even know what it feels like puttin' a hit on your own man (Yeah)
The bodies, the bodies keep rollin' in, money keep rollin' in
Your b*t*h, she rollin' just right off the pills (Yeah, yeah)
I get the money, this sh*t is the real (Yeah, yeah)
I got your b*t*h on me, she like the deal
She tryna suck on my pickle, I f**ked on your b*t*h then I gave her a nickle
No, I'm not lyin', nothings an issue when you got Chanel print right on your tissue (Yeah)
I'm in this b*t*h with JR, put a clear clip on a motherf**kin' AR (Brr)
Eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up
Swallow it whole when a young n***a skeet it up
Turn around, come on lil' b*t*h, let me beat it up (Yeah)
Beat it up, beat it up, beat it up, beat it up (Yeah)
Poppin' a pill, that be twice, yeah
I'm on a whole 'nother vibe, yeah
I'm a young n***a from Philly, my b*t*h, she be movin' them drugs out of Cobb (Ah)
