Juelz Santana feat. Jim Jones & Migos – D’s Up Lyrics

(Intro – Offset)
You know what I’m saying
Rich ni**a s**t
It’s the only way to go
Woo!
Hey!

(Verse 1 – Offset)
Foreign, foreign, Bugatti’s yea
Dirty pistol having bodies, brrt
Don’t know what it cost I just buy it, how much?
She a whole nother bi**h on the molly, woo
Having them racks, I been having them racks, racks
Young ni**a playing monopoly, monopoly
The devil keep tryna jump all on my back
But I’m the man, ain’t stopping me, nah
F**king that bi**h, she got too attached
She won’t get a call or text from me, brr
These ni**as taking my recipe, recipe
Money on the right and the left of me, racks
Gossipping just like a bi**h my ni**a, gossip
I’m in the trap cooking fish my ni**a, trap
You popping so f**k it let’s hit my ni**a, hit
Surrounded by dawgs, they pits my ni**a, errr
I’m staying away from the lames and thotties, I’m bout to get me a profit, profit
I’m swerving the lanes, my engines is Rari, 488 a Rari
Excuse me pardon, colorful diamonds like I been playing sorry, sorry
Look at my bi**h she a barbie, barbie
Double cup sipping on bar, mud, drank, drank
Gotta survive, the coolant it come with the TEC, brrt
Run up your check, then you go buy a Patek, run up a check, hey
Watery diamond, dripping splash, wet, drip, splash, splash
We got them choppers on deck when we boarding them jets, aye

(Chorus – Quavo)
I can not f**k up the reup, coco, ski up
Yeah, I got high paid shooters, high paid
I’m telling them ni**as to D up, D up
Drop off, hardball
Grandpa got a sawed-off, grandpa
Can’t no work be stepped on, nah
None of my ni**as gon fall off
Jumping out the trees with the ski’s, with them ski’s yeah
Pull up on the plug with the fees, with them fees yeah
Make her pop a perky on her knees, on her knees yeah
I hook shot that pot like Kareem, hook shot

(Verse 2 – Takeoff & Juelz Santana)
Championship on my ring
I make my bi**hes trap out of Céline
I put that ice in my watch, Mr. Freeze
And I’m taking the P’s just to go to Belize
I need that big gun, I’m talking machine
These pu**y ni**as just blowing out steam
I get it lit 500 degrees
Chopper hit everything, bada boom bada bing
Beat the pot with the stamina, beat it
F**king your bi**hes on cameras, smash
I got a bag of that Pamela
Put it right in the trunk of my tarantula
That’s a spider for you dumb f**ks
Money coming by the dump trucks
Bodies lay by the dumpsters
It’s real mobsters amongst us
Knots, trap out the bando it’s hot
F**k it invade the spot, spot
Wrist watch, I put the wrist in the pot, pot
I had to seize the lot
Tick tock, bi**h still on the clock now go get that money for daddy
Whip rocks, soon as my work hit the block fiends line up for the package
I need that money, give me the loot
Play with my money, how silly is you?
I go to the dealer, I pick and I choose
I look like Mister T with all my jewels
If you try take it, I pity the fool
I take your honey, you Winnie the Pooh
My ni**as got sticks that’s bigger than you
Can’t swim with the sharks, then stay in the pool

(Chorus – Quavo)
I can not f**k up the reup, coco, ski up
Yeah, I got high paid shooters, high paid
I’m telling them ni**as to D up, D up
Drop off, hardball
Grandpa got a sawed-off, grandpa
Can’t no work be stepped on, nah
None of my ni**as gon fall off
Jumping out the trees with the ski’s, with them ski’s yeah
Pull up on the plug with the fees, with them fees yeah
Make her pop a perky on her knees, on her knees yeah
I hook shot that pot like Kareem, hook shot

(Verse 3 – Jim Jones & Quavo)
I was hanging with the dealers then
Still hanging with the dealers now
They know I just signed a deal, so they ask how I’m feeling now
I still run around and them phone calls
Pull up, pull the ceiling down, Skrt skrt
I bought the crib in Miami though, had to drop a quarter million now
So, what really talking bout and New York bring Porsches out
I be thinking the days, that I was stuck in trail til the judge had to toss out it
Summertime bring Forces out
No socks, with the powder in em
Got my jewels on and my tank top, big blunts with the loud up in em
Skinny bells with the locks on it
Soft top with the top on it
Master piece with the rocks on it
Big broom with a mop on it
Extendo clip, put a Glock on it, graow
Hotbox, got the cops on me, woo
Good dope, put a sock on it, dope
Try the gang, get popped on it, gang

(Chorus – Quavo)
I can not f**k up the reup, coco, ski up
Yeah, I got high paid shooters, high paid
I’m telling them ni**as to D up, D up
Drop off, hardball
Grandpa got a sawed-off, grandpa
Can’t no work be stepped on, nah
None of my ni**as gon fall off
Jumping out the trees with the ski’s, with them ski’s yeah
Pull up on the plug with the fees, with them fees yeah
Make her pop a perky on her knees, on her knees yeah
I hook shot that pot like Kareem, hook shot