Akup! lyrics

[Chorus: LoveRance]
Waste money 'fore I waste my time
Keep a bad b*tch on my line
Real buzz, let me talk my sh*t
Quit playing, girl, hop on this di*k
And akup, akup, akup, akup, akup, akup
Akup, akup, akup, akup, akup, akup

[Verse 1: LoveRance]
Big dog rolling on campus
Picture me rolling in the city, here's my canvas
Pull over bad b*tches to my right side
n*ggas they be tripping cause I’m f*cking with their b*tches, sh*t
Didn’t even rhyme, but it sound good
She said she wanted a Baller, I give her hard wood
West side, baby, yeah Nor Cal
Didn’t bring the bay back, I just knock the doors down
Wait, my n*gga, what you tripping for?
f*ck these hoes, get the dough
Stack your money, make the sh*t flip
Don’t get caught up in your whip with an ugly b*tch
Alright, train me like Eddy
f*ck this, I’m a pedi
Got them b*tches crazy, call me Tom Petty
Grab her hips, tell her keep that ass steady
What that mouth do? Show me, girl, don’t tell me
[Chorus: LoveRance]
Waste money 'fore I waste my time
Keep a bad b*tch on my line
Real buzz, let me talk my sh*t
Quit playing, girl, hop on this di*k
And akup, akup, akup, akup, akup, akup
Akup, akup, akup, akup, akup, akup

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Tell a broke n*gga back up
I’m cashed up, tatted up, n*gga, and I'm strapped up
Two-seater, b*tches gotta lap up
Arm out the window, Audemar, throw my hat up, akup
f*cka, wonder why them b*tches don’t trust us
pus*y coming in, I'mma need more rubbers
Your b*tch love us, she lick di*k under covers
Take cover, leave nut on the tongue
I like them b*tches in the valley
Working at that Bally's, porn star Valery
Nice to meet ya, she like the D
I like to be, we f*ck like once a week
Once she get the akup, b*tch, pack up
Turn around, count the money, watch the sh*t add up
Turn around, get another b*tch that’s badder
Ass fatter, then I f*ck her faster, n*gga
[Chorus: LoveRance]
Waste money 'fore I waste my time
Keep a bad b*tch on my line
Real buzz, let me talk my sh*t
Quit playing, girl, hop on this di*k
And akup, akup, akup, akup, akup, akup
Akup, akup, akup, akup, akup, akup

[Verse 3: Problem]
Bad b*tches on my line, call it call waiting
n*ggas waiting on the sideline, they be hating
Four b*tches in my whip, I’m a ?limo dating?
All black car, reminds me of a n*gga? Skady?
And I run my set like a relay
When a n*gga play my song, send a bottle to the DJ
I'd rather kill her, I rather f*ck your b*tch, n*gga
You at home, I’m on the road, getting rich n*gga
Enough of that sh*t, let me get back to the women
‘cause it’s thick in this b*tch, I’m liking what I see
Give me more bottles, I’m trying to get drunk
Wake up tomorrow, roll to my right, ask who the f*ck is you?
Please don’t tell me what we do
Pound you, round two, high class b*tch
But best believe I’ll ground you
Walk of shame, baby, let my homies clown you
b*tch!
[Chorus: LoveRance]
Waste money 'fore I waste my time
Keep a bad b*tch on my line
Real buzz, let me talk my sh*t
Quit playing, girl, hop on this di*k
And akup, akup, akup, akup, akup, akup
Akup, akup, akup, akup, akup, akup