How much is that Chevy that's in the blue and black?
Gettin' money f*ckin' bitches yeah I'm true to that
Upper Class Life, Upper Class Life
Smokin' strong out the bong or a glass pipe
Lotta niggas they be hatin' they the mad type
Get the cash right, this the fast life
If you dishin' out 40 that's a bad price
Holla at ya plug get them stacks right
This the fast life, Upper class life
Upper class life gotta get the cash right
I don't know what they expect from me
Most likely they won't get a check from me
Now why get the car note
If you know you gone end up in debt homie
I tend to state the obvious, apologies
Sike bitch I hope that it bother ya
Ima keep throwing these bars at em
Smashin' and jabbin' they arteries
These bitches they want me to get a ring
Besides this dick can't give em anything
Ima keep grindin' I promise nigga
And I put that shit over everything
Upper Class Life, Upper Class Life
Smokin' strong out the bong or a glass pipe
Lotta niggas they be hatin' they the mad type
Get the cash right, this the fast life
If you dishin' out 40 that's a bad price
Holla at ya plug get them stacks right
This the fast life, Upper class life
Upper class life gotta get the cash right
The poverty life is a maf*cka'
I couldn't get with that maf*cka'
Started a chase for the cash money
Should've been balled like the boy Stunna
Stay aware like Demarcus and I ain't talkin' Cousins
Buddy swear im cool on that f*ck shit
That's why them bitches love me
They swear you changed on ya peoples
When you come up from nothin'
And get to makin' up rumors
When you seen out here stuntin'
Levitate to some better place
To the face burn fresh green
Check ya bitch don't check me we don't sweat hoes
We let be, lashin' out like ya mama made ya
Pick a switch from under her best tree
I only play when im off work and that's very seldom
Like the nets be, mailbox, where the checks be at
They know I don't play they can't get me
I know its just my turn with the bitch
I be damned if I let her stress me
F*ck the shit out her im chest deep
As soon as I leave she gone text me
Never tired no rest for us, makin' music
Where the check goin? crossin' over that's blasphemy
Switchin' up that's whack to me, Ima turn a catastrophe
Into a immaculate created masterpiece
4 Lil Larry - Dirty Pop Lyrics
4 Lil Larry - Dirty Pop Lyrics
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How much is that Chevy that's in the blue and black?
Gettin' money f*ckin' bitches yeah I'm true to that
Upper Class Life, Upper Class Life
Smokin' strong out the bong or a glass pipe
Lotta niggas they be hatin' they the mad type
Get the cash right, this the fast life
If you dishin' out 40 that's a bad price
Holla at ya plug get them stacks right
This the fast life, Upper class life
Upper class life gotta get the cash right
I don't know what they expect from me
Most likely they won't get a check from me
Now why get the car note
If you know you gone end up in debt homie
I tend to state the obvious, apologies
Sike bitch I hope that it bother ya
Ima keep throwing these bars at em
Smashin' and jabbin' they arteries
These bitches they want me to get a ring
Besides this dick can't give em anything
Ima keep grindin' I promise nigga
And I put that shit over everything
Upper Class Life, Upper Class Life
Smokin' strong out the bong or a glass pipe
Lotta niggas they be hatin' they the mad type
Get the cash right, this the fast life
If you dishin' out 40 that's a bad price
Holla at ya plug get them stacks right
This the fast life, Upper class life
Upper class life gotta get the cash right
The poverty life is a maf*cka'
I couldn't get with that maf*cka'
Started a chase for the cash money
Should've been balled like the boy Stunna
Stay aware like Demarcus and I ain't talkin' Cousins
Buddy swear im cool on that f*ck shit
That's why them bitches love me
They swear you changed on ya peoples
When you come up from nothin'
And get to makin' up rumors
When you seen out here stuntin'
Levitate to some better place
To the face burn fresh green
Check ya bitch don't check me we don't sweat hoes
We let be, lashin' out like ya mama made ya
Pick a switch from under her best tree
I only play when im off work and that's very seldom
Like the nets be, mailbox, where the checks be at
They know I don't play they can't get me
I know its just my turn with the bitch
I be damned if I let her stress me
F*ck the shit out her im chest deep
As soon as I leave she gone text me
Never tired no rest for us, makin' music
Where the check goin? crossin' over that's blasphemy
Switchin' up that's whack to me, Ima turn a catastrophe
Into a immaculate created masterpiece
Gettin' money f*ckin' bitches yeah I'm true to that
Upper Class Life, Upper Class Life
Smokin' strong out the bong or a glass pipe
Lotta niggas they be hatin' they the mad type
Get the cash right, this the fast life
If you dishin' out 40 that's a bad price
Holla at ya plug get them stacks right
This the fast life, Upper class life
Upper class life gotta get the cash right
I don't know what they expect from me
Most likely they won't get a check from me
Now why get the car note
If you know you gone end up in debt homie
I tend to state the obvious, apologies
Sike bitch I hope that it bother ya
Ima keep throwing these bars at em
Smashin' and jabbin' they arteries
These bitches they want me to get a ring
Besides this dick can't give em anything
Ima keep grindin' I promise nigga
And I put that shit over everything
Upper Class Life, Upper Class Life
Smokin' strong out the bong or a glass pipe
Lotta niggas they be hatin' they the mad type
Get the cash right, this the fast life
If you dishin' out 40 that's a bad price
Holla at ya plug get them stacks right
This the fast life, Upper class life
Upper class life gotta get the cash right
The poverty life is a maf*cka'
I couldn't get with that maf*cka'
Started a chase for the cash money
Should've been balled like the boy Stunna
Stay aware like Demarcus and I ain't talkin' Cousins
Buddy swear im cool on that f*ck shit
That's why them bitches love me
They swear you changed on ya peoples
When you come up from nothin'
And get to makin' up rumors
When you seen out here stuntin'
Levitate to some better place
To the face burn fresh green
Check ya bitch don't check me we don't sweat hoes
We let be, lashin' out like ya mama made ya
Pick a switch from under her best tree
I only play when im off work and that's very seldom
Like the nets be, mailbox, where the checks be at
They know I don't play they can't get me
I know its just my turn with the bitch
I be damned if I let her stress me
F*ck the shit out her im chest deep
As soon as I leave she gone text me
Never tired no rest for us, makin' music
Where the check goin? crossin' over that's blasphemy
Switchin' up that's whack to me, Ima turn a catastrophe
Into a immaculate created masterpiece
Writer: Larry-allen Cox III
Copyright: Lyrics © RAP CERTIFIED PUBLISHING, O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © RAP CERTIFIED PUBLISHING, O/B/O DistroKid