[Produced by Chad G]
[Chorus: Mook]
Damn, we up one
Yeah, we up one
Damn, we up one
Yeah
Damn, we up one
Yeah, we up one
Damn, we up one
Yeah, we up one
[Verse 1: Mook]
Damn, we up one
We be juggin' 'til the sun come
We be runnin' to that money, we don't have fun
We keep big face hun-nits, we don't keep ones
My partna' crippin', come through creepin', get 'em all gone
He talk about me, wanna be me, movin' all wrong
We smoke big strongs, pockets look like King Kong
I'm on a ringtone, foreign b*tch like ching-chong
Money keep cuttin' n*ggas fingers, put my game on
Told mama I was try'na get it, I ain't comin' home
Got b*tches all across the world, I did 'em all wrong
Got n*ggas I still gotta talk to through a jail phone
[Chorus: Mook]
Damn, we up one
Yeah, we up one
Damn, we up one
Whoa, we up one
Damn, we up one
Yeah, we up one
Damn, we up one
Yeah, we up one
[Verse 2: Boss Beezy]
We up one, we up one
Bad b*tches in my face, try'na f*ck some
Fake n*ggas talkin' tough, I don't like them
Beat the case, celebrate, we up one
They don't like me
'Cause I'm married to the money, that's my wifey
b*tch brown like sugar, honey, iced tea
Play with gang, I ain't takin' that sh*t lightly
Threw my old b*tch away, she was triflin'
I went to the hood wit' my Rollie', this ain't Breitling
Thumbin' through this cash, only thing excite me
I got so much money, these n*ggas, they wanna fight me
[Chorus: Mook]
Damn, we up one
Yeah, we up one
Damn, we up one
Whoa, we up one
Damn, we up one
Yeah, we up one
Damn, we up one
Yeah, we up one
[Outro]
Damn