finally up Songtext
von bbno$

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

30K up on a 30K, up now, wakin′ up in different places
Bitch, you don't fuck with my vibe, I ain′t talkin' to lame, where's my homie Ari Starace is?
All of my bills, yeah, they gotta be blue, I apologize if it′s racist
Thou shall not start it when we′re discussin' my p-p-p-p-p-p-payments (bbno$)
Pay me, bitch

I′m in my bag, I'm in yo′ bitch, I'm in my element
She educatin′ with that brain, she real intelligent
You want that beef, then you gon' get cooked like it's Wellington
Now walkin′, swangin′ big dick, take a measurement

She got too much ass, got me tweakin', check the Fitbit
Wrote it on her chest, I ain′t talkin' hieroglyphics
You should tape your mouth and go to bed ′cause you are chinless
Whip lifted, and my rims they spin like fidget

Fuck a 360, crankin' 90 then I add it
Baby, I′m that guy, think it's time we finally said it
Hit 'em with the one, two, yeah, I made ′em call the medic
Money on my, money on my name and don′t forget it


Tss, you think I need a bitch?
I'm beggin′ for the friend zone, I shoot, I never miss
I heard you need a lesson, this baby's off the shits
I′m in your girlie's mansion (my bad, my bad, my bad)

Yeah, brand-new shoes, brand-new pants, yes it cost me many bands
Your girl just a backup plan, sonny you like man to man
Future crib in Catalan, Funjob on me, cash at hand
How the fuck you always in the gym, but you′re resistant to these bands?

We're all gonna eat like it's mornin′ after Ramadan
You should run and duck, ′less you're tryin′ to get Donald on
Bands on bands on bands, yeah, this shit really go on and on
Boy, you love to glaze, yeah, you rollin' like a Cinnabon

Fuck a 360, crankin′ 90 then I add it
Baby, I'm that guy, think it′s time we finally said it
Hit 'em with the one, two, yeah, I made 'em call the medic
Money on my money on my name and don′t forget it

We finally up, we finally up, yeah
We finally up, we finally up, yeah
We finally up, we finally up, yeah
We finally up, we finally


It′s such a pretty day, I'm talkin′ to the walls
I'm feelin′ disconnected, still won't make the call
I haven′t felt like this since I was young and small
If it's all black and white, I wonder why I fall

Got a brand-new chain
It's a brand-new game
Roll day, all my payroll ain′t low
(Spinnin′ this shit, spinnin' this shit, spinnin′ this shit)
Blow ghost, I ain't playin′ no Halo
(Runnin' that shit, runnin′ that shit, runnin' that)

Yeah, I'm up real good, and I made them millions, all my fault
Swipe my card, I don′ think twice, that′s how I ball (swish)
Even my money got money, yeah, you ain't got money at all (got no money)
In the crib with the boys and the dogs, so you know I ain′t takin' no call