Set Up Shop (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Ayy man, I been a rich n*gga, know what I'm sayin'?
I ain't had no plug, know what I'm sayin'?
Lil Baby, digit time n*gga
Yeah yeah yeah

[Chorus: Marlo]
Set up shop
n*gga f*ck the cops, I got plenty guap
Young Roo act a damn fool with that damn tool
We the gang, n*gga try the gang, n*gga bust his brain
b*tches lame, n*ggas droppin' names, that's a damn shame
b*tch wait, f*ck a mixtape, I got plenty cake
Yeah I'm rich and I'm pushing weight, that's why n*ggas hate
Bad b*tch, she done sucked me up for them brand new J's
Trap n*gga, six phones, doin' at least a brick a day

[Verse 1: Marlo]
Slaughter gang, snatch your chain, dirty face, dirty K
Hundred thou in put up, I got this from the cook up
Sixty two to one-twenty-five, I doubled up
Switchin' lanes in the Hellcat, I done did that
Flip packs, I got big racks, where your b*tch at?
n*ggas broke, b*tches stressed out, I can't help that
Real n*gga, I talk brick talk, bet they felt that
Dope money turnt to rap money, watch how I flip that
[Chorus: Marlo]
Set up shop
n*gga f*ck the cops, I got plenty guap
Young Roo act a damn fool with that damn tool
We the gang, n*gga try the gang, n*gga bust his brain
b*tches lame, n*ggas droppin' names, that's a damn shame
b*tch wait, f*ck a mixtape, I got plenty cake
Yeah I'm rich and I'm pushing weight, that's why n*ggas hate
Bad b*tch, she done sucked me up for them brand new J's
Trap n*gga, six phones, doin' at least a brick a day

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
Young Baby, goin' straight crazy, worth like four-eighty
Three eighty, I got two of those, keep 'em in my pocket
Young n*gga get a lot of money, all these b*tches jocking
pus*y n*gga say they wanna rob me, guess that's why they watchin'
Hold up, b*tch I'm froze up, b*tch you know us
Them fours up, I be poured up, got me slowed up
Shoebox, f*ck a shoebox, that ain't big enough
Big racks, I got big racks, where your b*tch at?

[Chorus: Marlo]
Set up shop
n*gga f*ck the cops, I got plenty guap
Young Roo act a damn fool with that damn tool
We the gang, n*gga try the gang, n*gga bust his brain
b*tches lame, n*ggas droppin' names, that's a damn shame
b*tch wait, f*ck a mixtape, I got plenty cake
Yeah I'm rich and I'm pushing weight, that's why n*ggas hate
Bad b*tch, she done sucked me up for them brand new J's
Trap n*gga, six phones, doin' at least a brick a day
[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Marc gators on my feet like I just stepped up out the swamp
I wanna be a billionaire, I ain't got no problem with Donald Trump
Lookin' sad, on a med, mixin' Act with Hi-Tech
I got way more water than Katrina 'round my f*ckin' neck
I f*cked that b*tch like a pit
I told her her boyfriend a p*ss
Hundred-fifty thousand dollar b*tches on deck
Set up shop, and I got some red in the red rock
Actavis make me sit it down like I can't walk
Go to that skirt, it's a box
Stand up guys get slaughtered
I can never be like Quan
Ranned up way too many coins
Anyway I act flamboyent
n*gga been a gangster since born
n*gga killed theyself, I warned
n*ggas goin' broke and it's showin'

[Chorus: Marlo]
Set up shop
n*gga f*ck the cops, I got plenty guap
Young Roo act a damn fool with that damn tool
We the gang, n*gga try the gang, n*gga bust his brain
b*tches lame, n*ggas droppin' names, that's a damn shame
b*tch wait, f*ck a mixtape, I got plenty cake
Yeah I'm rich and I'm pushing weight, that's why n*ggas hate
Bad b*tch, she done sucked me up for them brand new J's
Trap n*gga, six phones, doin' at least a brick a day