Jay Esco - Double Up Lyrics

Yeah, ooo, ooo, ooo, ooooooo
Ooo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It wasn't easy for me
Hadda bust up some racks in my jeans
Dropping 40-50 a piece
Double up what we made in a week, yea
It wasn't easy for me
Hadda bust up some racks in my jeans
Dropping 40-50 a piece
Double up what we made in a week, yea
Its money to make?
Then I'm running cases
Duffle bag full of hundreds some faces
Tryna get lit but i gotta be patient
Gotta lil b*tch and I think that she Asian
Forgot her name she think that I'm crazy
She wanna f*ck but a n*gga to lazy
Now I'm up on with the scope
Touchdown keep a rack in my coat
Lately i been spazzin' way to hard
I spend me some racks just to get me this far
Balecnci' the shoes, panties drop to the floor
We keepin it goin' she askin' for more
Keep that money runnin' up in advance
Lit shit, damn I feel like the man
Bodies drop when they see it get hot
Long way, used to chill on the block
Hallways with the wholes in the socks
And I want that crib on top of the hills
I know if I grind a lot I'll make a mill
I'm runnin' it up and I'm keepin' it real
These b*tches been callin' Im lovin' the feel
They want the packs, I'm runnin it back
New Gucci shoes, with no strings attached
Hit me for features and I gonna tax
Cause I'm on the top and I ain't fallin' back
And I'm on the top like I'm taking the pose
Bottles been poppin', got stains on my clothes
Watch how I move, they been takin' they notes
I know that they wanna pop off woah
Drop off the top, come apart woah
My engine been roarin' too loud
I'm runnin' up checks while they runnin' they mouth
Yea, yea, yea, yea
It wasn't easy for me
Hadda bust up some racks in my jeans
Dropping 40-50 a piece
Double up what we made in a week, yea
It wasn't easy for me
Hadda bust up some racks in my jeans
Dropping 40-50 a piece
Double up what we made in a week, yea
Its money to make?
Then I'm running cases
Duffle bag full of hundreds some faces
Tryna get lit but i gotta be patient
Gotta lil b*tch and I think that she Asian
Forgot her name she think that I'm crazy
She wanna f*ck but a n*gga to lazy
Now I'm up on with the scope
Touchdown keep a rack in my coat
Now I'm ballin', I'm ballin'
These labels keep callin'
If I got a band, ima get it no joke
I'm droppin' I'm droppin'
The bottles keep poppin'
I'm bouta take off, better keep it on low
My hittas be whilin', I swear that I'm stylin'
I came off a brick, I won't go back no more
I been workin', I'm workin'
My fingers been hurtin'
I flex on you n*ggas
My pockets been swole
It wasn't easy for me
Hadda bust up some racks in my jeans
Dropping 40-50 a piece
Double up what we made in a week, yea
It wasn't easy for me
Hadda bust up some racks in my jeans
Dropping 40-50 a piece
Double up what we made in a week, yea
Its money to make?
Then I'm running cases
Duffle bag full of hundreds some faces
Tryna get lit but i gotta be patient
Gotta lil b*tch and I think that she Asian
Forgot her name she think that I'm crazy
She wanna f*ck but a n*gga to lazy
Now I'm up on with the scope
Touchdown keep a rack in my coat
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, ooo, ooo, ooo, ooooooo