Up good lyrics

[Chorus]
I'm making money, I'm getting richer
These b*tches malding, Master Splinter
The reason why, because they not in the picture
I'll be your guide, this is my scripture
I'm up good, b*tch, they down horrendous
Still in the hood, b*tch, I'm from the trenches
I want the loot, thirty rounds in my weapon
I will be the devil that will send your ass to heaven

[Verse 1]
Doing a lot, shooting a lot
Hitting a lot, pulling a lot
Robbing a lot, stabbing a lot
Shooting a lot, doing a lot
Everything, I do a lot
Pull up your block, and I swear I make hot
I saw your b*tch and made love
Mmm, mmm, I give a f*ck
Ooh, ooh, you know what's what
Mmm, mmm, you know what's what
Ay, ay, this is my new flow that I just invented
All of my competition is demented
I am a wall, my legacy's cemented
Mmm, ay, ooh, I know you suck, you know you suck
Ay, why do you still get offended?
Woke up in a new Ferrari
Shoot everybody, leave no body
I got a 12-gauge shotty
Everything you do is copy
Your b*tch giving me a sloppy
Everything... *laughter*
Everything I do is about the money

[Chorus]
I'm making money, I'm getting richer
These b*tches malding, Master Splinter
The reason why, because they not in the picture
I'll be your guide, this is my scripture
I'm up good, b*tch, they down horrendous
Still in the hood, b*tch, I'm from the trenches
I want the loot, thirty rounds in my weapon
I will be the devil that will send your ass to heaven

[Verse 2]
I can go on, and on, and on
Pushing buttons, but you're not turning on
Everything I do, they following on
This is no sprint, this is a marathon
Pull up to your front door like I work Amazon
My di*k is what they been sucking on
These titties fake that I'm signing on
Three hundred miles, my di*k what you holding on
All of the ops (mmm, mmm)
Talk to the cops (mmm, mmm)
When I found out (mmm, mmm)
They payment is blood (mmm, mmm)
I take a truck to Milan (mmm, mmm)
That is the sh*t that I'm on (mmm, mmm)
New day, new gun (mmm, mmm)
I didn't lose, I won (mmm, mmm)
I can go on, and on, and on
My weed is strong, strong, strong
They sing along, along, along
Even if I forgot the song
Mmm, yeah, ay, alright
Let me give it back tonight
Selling lots of, lots of... mmm, ay
[Chorus]
I'm making money, I'm getting richer
These b*tches malding, Master Splinter
The reason why, because they not in the picture
I'll be your guide, this is my scripture
I'm up good, b*tch, they down horrendous
Still in the hood, b*tch, I'm from the trenches
I want the loot, thirty rounds in my weapon
I will be the devil that will send your ass to heaven