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PO UP A PINT Video (MV)




Performed By: Elz Bentley
Featuring: Dj Knockout
Language: English
Length: 2:41
Written by: LeRobert Grant, Jordan Lewis, Keenan Steele




Elz Bentley - PO UP A PINT Lyrics
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[ Featuring Dj Knockout ]

Man don't let this shit stress you
Po' up a pint bout to f*ck up my kidneys
Boy don't get your ass stomped out in these Balenci's
Money walk, tight rope, it get risky
Money talk, when it call, I move swiftly
Hit the club, hold up there's a line we gon' go around
VIP standing on the couch they tryna throw me out
When you get more money than these niggas, they gon' try bro you down
Save her name with the wolf emoji she gon' blow me down
Yeah, come here, suck a nigga dick or something
Don't send me no pictures of it
Let's just make a flick or something
Stretch it, put it in the oven
Money dance it do the dougie
Ass fat, f*ck your cash app
I might pay cash for that
She pretty, but ain't have no swag
Yeah, I had the upper class
Imagine that I'm the president she go Lewinsky
She was off the Casamigos
I was on that wockie-talkie
Po' up a pint bout to f*ck up my kidneys
Boy don't get your ass stomped out in these Balenci's
Money walk, tight rope, it get risky
Money talk, when it call, I move swiftly
Suck a nigga dick or something
Told her bring a friend yea
She got knees like Meg
How the head fye like Lewinsky cause all these dead prezzies
How the f*ck I'm havin' all this ice on me like Wayne Gretzky
Every time I board another flight, I get to trend setting
Cook it up, whip it up, cook it up smoke like my name Betty
Bend the corner, make a swerve
Now the whole damn team counting fetty
Balenci's cost me like eleven hundred but that shit petty
Vette outside with the inside red dressing
Paid like twelve hundred for that wockie got me feelin' special
Wockie with the Kool-Aid
Mix it up it tastin' like some Skittles
Po' up a pint bout to f*ck up my kidneys
Boy don't get your ass stomped out in these Balenci's
Money walk, tight rope, it get risky
Money talk, when it call, I move swiftly
Hit the club, hold up
There's a line we gon' go around
VIP standing on the couch they tryna throw me out
When you get more money than these niggas, they gon' try bro you down
Save her name with the wolf emoji she gon' blow me down
Yeah
Get your life together
How you living
Your pockets lookin' thin
You looked a little stressed out earlier
You still look stressed out
But we gon' get that shit together
Man, don't let that shit stress you
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Man don't let this shit stress you
Po' up a pint bout to f*ck up my kidneys
Boy don't get your ass stomped out in these Balenci's
Money walk, tight rope, it get risky
Money talk, when it call, I move swiftly
Hit the club, hold up there's a line we gon' go around
VIP standing on the couch they tryna throw me out
When you get more money than these niggas, they gon' try bro you down
Save her name with the wolf emoji she gon' blow me down
Yeah, come here, suck a nigga dick or something
Don't send me no pictures of it
Let's just make a flick or something
Stretch it, put it in the oven
Money dance it do the dougie
Ass fat, f*ck your cash app
I might pay cash for that
She pretty, but ain't have no swag
Yeah, I had the upper class
Imagine that I'm the president she go Lewinsky
She was off the Casamigos
I was on that wockie-talkie
Po' up a pint bout to f*ck up my kidneys
Boy don't get your ass stomped out in these Balenci's
Money walk, tight rope, it get risky
Money talk, when it call, I move swiftly
Suck a nigga dick or something
Told her bring a friend yea
She got knees like Meg
How the head fye like Lewinsky cause all these dead prezzies
How the f*ck I'm havin' all this ice on me like Wayne Gretzky
Every time I board another flight, I get to trend setting
Cook it up, whip it up, cook it up smoke like my name Betty
Bend the corner, make a swerve
Now the whole damn team counting fetty
Balenci's cost me like eleven hundred but that shit petty
Vette outside with the inside red dressing
Paid like twelve hundred for that wockie got me feelin' special
Wockie with the Kool-Aid
Mix it up it tastin' like some Skittles
Po' up a pint bout to f*ck up my kidneys
Boy don't get your ass stomped out in these Balenci's
Money walk, tight rope, it get risky
Money talk, when it call, I move swiftly
Hit the club, hold up
There's a line we gon' go around
VIP standing on the couch they tryna throw me out
When you get more money than these niggas, they gon' try bro you down
Save her name with the wolf emoji she gon' blow me down
Yeah
Get your life together
How you living
Your pockets lookin' thin
You looked a little stressed out earlier
You still look stressed out
But we gon' get that shit together
Man, don't let that shit stress you
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Writer: LeRobert Grant, Jordan Lewis, Keenan Steele
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