DJ Infamous - Double Cup Lyrics

(What you talkin' 'bout, money?)
Money? They blow it
(Talkin' 'bout weed?) Shorty, come roll it
(Talkin' 'bout hoes?) Yeah, they goin'
What about me? Down, I'm rollin'
I've got my double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down

Double cup with my logo, thirty six of that cocoa
Yeah, the product's good, you know the number's right
And if you've got to check, then it's a no-go
All this snow, I've been a snow man
Always blowin' strong yeah
How can you believe this shit
F*ck both of y'all, I fear no man
My top quit and that trippy, seats tan, Rice Crispy
Got a wooden handle and a shoulder strap
Fits in your trunk, it hold fifty
Too many chains, that look crook
Pyrex and water would best cook
See my lil' homie with me he hold me down
He gon' take the shot just like Westbrook
Who he think he is? said VP
Vice president Young, you've got to see me
Nigga f*ck around and get an album date
I'll have 'em drop your ass on GP
Now I'm f*cked up and that's f*cked up
Your bitch on me now, tough luck
I don't do the lean, don't f*ck with molly
And that's grown shit in that white cup (We talkin' bout)

(What you talkin' 'bout, money?)
Money? Bitch, I blow it
(Talkin' 'bout weed?) Shorty, come roll it
(Talkin' 'bout hoes?) Yeah, they goin'
What about me? Bitch, I'm rollin'
I've got my double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down

Double cup with my top down, forty cal', couple GLOCK rounds
Handcuffed your chick, that bitch on twenty four hour lock down
And rappers got these stale flows, front hard like steel toes
The man behind that voice is gay as f*ck, y'all niggas Elmos
Been twelve years, I still shine, money long, I still grind
Used to be a thousand aire, but I had to eat, it's meal time
Then after that it's bill time, we f*ck hoes to kill time
Your plane got them delays, we on my jet, nigga, in real time
And all up on that WiFi, sippin' on them Mai Tais
Infamous just passed the weed and gave the pilot a high five
Meanwhile, y'all broke down, can't even hold your post down
Everywhere we go is poppin'
Everywhere you go's a f*ckin' ghost town!

(What you talkin' 'bout, money?)
Money? Bitch, I blow it
(Talkin' 'bout weed?) Shorty, come roll it
(Talkin' 'bout hoes?) Yeah, they goin'
What about me? Bitch, I'm rollin'
I've got my double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down

Gettin' money, that's every day, candy paint on my Chevrolet
Rollin' up that A plus, 'bout to pour up to meditate
A nigga so high, might levitate, one life to live, let's celebrate
Came a long way from sellin' yay
Now it's a hundred K that should touch the stage
"Bandz A Make Her Dance" number one on the Billboard
I can't complain, I've got a lifestyle that most y'all niggas'd kill for
I'm on the grind chasin' real dough, still kick shit like a steel toe
Codeine got me movin' slow, I've got too much money for a bill fold
Pimp type nigga, I'm a Memphis nigga
In a ho mouth like dentures, nigga
All I talk is big money, anything else is senseless, nigga
Smoke some more, I'mma sip some more
I'mma f*ck your bitch 'til she pigeon-toed
In the Rolls Royce gettin' chauffeured
With the blinds closed, gettin' blowed

What you talkin' 'bout, money?)
Aye yo, inf', I just came through in that Rolls Royce
Levis, Margielas, ask about me, I'm the hoes' choice
Tight eyes, gold cup, watch me lean in that soy sauce
If niggas sprayed up my Phantom, I'd walked away like that boy Ross
Murciélago with the doors off, hit the club straight throwed off
Popped a molly then rode off
She had her clothes off before we drove off
Woo, my nigga, her head game, I'mma tell you 'bout it
But woo! my nigga, had ten racks, she sucked me out of it
I need more mollies, I need more drinks
She wonder why her friend can't get up on the couch with us
That ho stink
Bugatti, rose paint, I ball hard cause D. Rose can't
Got a hundred bottles comin' to my table, f*ck you hoes think?

(What you talkin' 'bout, money?)
Money? Bitch, I blow it
(Talkin' 'bout weed?) Shorty, come roll it
(Talkin' 'bout hoes?) Yeah, they goin'
What about me? Bitch, I'm rollin'
I've got my double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
I've got my