M.O.N.E.Y. - Getcha Weight Up Lyrics

All Hail King Drip...

Gotta subtract some haters so i carry the 2
2 Tone chrome dipped and blue berried the coupe
Hit the button an poof! i buried the roof
Put my grill under the pillow and gave the tooth fairy the flu
Car too live
Everybody wanna part of me
My fit fresh
My shoe fly
Don't bother me
The heart of the
The heart of dixie
Boi I'm drippin
God-fearing, bar flipping, flow chart artistic
K.I.N.G. pulled up and took the crown
Who want smoke, i'll turn this bih to a hookah lounge
Best rapper, ain't no other way i would put it
My shoe game cause a scene that's good footage
Yeah I'm bout to snap... hut one hut two
Couples stack on the grill only way you call em bucktooth
If rap was 21... (Ah) then up 2
23, on the mic I'm Jordan, whuddup fool
Told em "spill recognize spill"
Now everybody want the drip
Our lemons that we turned into lemonade, now everybody sip
High-class got the neighbors kinda nosy
Rose Gold on the panky call it ring around the rosy
Y'all give goat titles
To strippers with ghostwriters
The whole rap game look like Karaoke

Got my drip together nigga what about you
Screens fall on my face bout to chip my tooth
Tell me how you feel when you riding glass house
5X tall tees and we watching Jack Frost
Get ya weight up imma stay on my toes
Still out here stunting with a couple bank rolls
Get cha weight up
Get cha weight up
Get cha weight up my nigga get cha weight up

Yeah

Ye, what the matter with em
I get at em, hit em, scribble scrabble rhythms
Pattern Riddles that'll scramble algorithms
Travel with em
Now gather Trilldren,
The sauce dripping, the swagger killing
Yeah you eating, but yo pockets got high metabolism
Let's take it back when we had dominion
Now add the vision
Like Mathematicians
Multiply just don't add division
We crash traditions attach my craft in the rap Olympics
Don't sweat the butterfly then diss the caterpillar
Gingerbread Cutlass
Peanut butter guts
Young king on the throne
Feeling like King Tut
You see we saucin through cleaner
It's lit, but the flow cold like hell walking through freezers
No, lit but cold like ice talking to heaters
No, sick like Cold, caught with two fevers
That's fire
Yeah, I'm Funky like the 70's
Anointing so heavenly
Verified like Celebrities
Red velvet swag, this a piece of cake
Man in the mirror staring at the reaper face
Never jump on the bandwagon
But I'll take a leap of faith
Voice of people tryna seek escape
Yeah get it shawty get it shawty get it shawty get it
Get it started get retarded get the party litty
Balling like I'm Pippen, Jordan, Penny, Harden, Jimmy
The hardest artist recording the Heart of the heart of the Dixie