Str8 Up lyrics

by

Jeremih


[Intro]
Oh, oh
Ah, yeah
That's it right there, b*tch
(That's it right there, Gnealz)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Take your bag sh*t, straight up
On this cash sh*t, straight up
Countin' cash, b*tch
Hey, I'm counting cash, b*tch, straight up
And your b*tch too basic, straight up
Hey, might just face it, straight up
Hey, I think he laced it, straight up
I think he laced it, straight up
I'm in Saks, no Macy's, straight up
Got 'em goin' crazy, straight up
I just snatched his lady, straight up
f*cked her in a 'Cedes, straight up

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Oh, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, straight up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, straight up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, straight up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, straight up
[Verse 2: Famous Dex]
I've been runnin' to the money, yeah, I made it, straight up
You run up on me, you better have your maker
Lil bro, you so broke, man, get your weight up
I threw his b*tch up in the ocean, yeah, I'm not a saver
Look at my dreads, tattoo, they right on my head, I do not talk with the feds
Run up on me then you're dead
You run up on me then you're dead
Straight up, straight up, I swear I got my cake up
Straight up, straight up, I swear I got my cake up

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Oh, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, straight up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, straight up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, straight up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, straight up

[Verse 3: Rich The Kid]
We gettin' money like straight up
Count 100 when I wake up
Diamonds on me, hold my wrists up
I bustin' on her face, uh
Straight up
In the kitchen, I'ma whip up a cake
More Act', I might pour up an eight
You're flexin' hard but them diamonds is fake
Straight up
Rich Forever got your b*tch on a pill
More money, give a f*ck 'bout a deal
Rich fo' got your b*tch on chill
f*ck a b*tch, I get trenches she lyin'
Magazines say I'm fresh with diamonds
Poke her head like straight up
My shooter hit your pinky face up
[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Oh, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, straight up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, straight up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, straight up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, straight up
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