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THROW MY CUP UP®️

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V6-MINI

I spent too much on my drink I throw my cup up (Throw my cup up) Yeah, if you can’t get me rich Then shut the fuck up (Shut the fuck up) Yeah, I’m just like these hoes I’m way too stuck up (Way too stuck up) Heard that I got beef in the city They ain’t gon’ do nothin’ (on God) This ain’t my old flow This a new one (This a new one) This bitch so bad, do you have a twin? I need like two of you (Two of you) This ain’t the weekend I can’t love you if the crew love you This life ain’t easy, but I act like it ain’t nothin’ (This ain’t nothin’) I push her buttons (Buttons, buttons) She don’t get mad (Yeah, yeah) I blew a hunnid And made it back I never fumble Even if I had I still got right— (Back-back-back-back-back) I spent too much on my drink I throw my cup up (Throw my cup up) Yeah, if you can’t get me rich Then shut the fuck up (Shut the fuck up) Yeah, I’m just like these hoes I’m way too stuck up (Way too stuck up) I put the weed down and picked up on other things Motherfucka, I make more than your mother make My life turned to a movie There ain’t no cutaways I had to cry this shit out There ain’t no other way Portable money counter It need double A’s I only leave out the crib for the money bag Might give you a smile, I don’t think that it’s funny though Steak and eggs, upgraded from honey oats Take the jacket, bae, I got a hunnid of those New Bapé jacket, I feel like a two year old Despite that shit, you ain’t even gonna sum it up Try this shit, I feel like I’m dumb enough Back in the day, wouldn’t give a fuck Then again, back then, I ain’t make enough Sprinter van straight to the ‘cedes truck’ They say I’m crazy, I ain’t crazy enough (yeah) I spent too much on my drink I throw my cup up (Throw my cup up) Yeah, if you can’t get me rich Then shut the fuck up (Shut the fuck up) Yeah, I’m just like these hoes I’m way too stuck up (Way too stuck up) When you get to the lobby, go ask for me, bae If I give you the card, don’t be maxin’ it, bae I’m savin’—, pshh, no cappin’, okay? Look at my wrist, shit factory made Factory made, no DH gate (yeah) Hermes, bae, it’s a capital H ‘Bout to have me dead I was back in the day Now it back of the line, baby You gotta wait (wait) I spent too much on my drink I throw my cup up (Throw my cup up) Yeah, if you can’t get me rich Then shut the fuck up (Shut the fuck up) Yeah, I’m just like these hoes I’m way too stuck up (Way too stuck up)