Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Thug
Vocals
Lil Uzi Vert
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeffery Williams
Songwriter
Joshua Luellen
Songwriter
Symere Woods
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alex Tumay
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Max Lord
Recording Engineer
Southside
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Southside on the track, yeah
Yeah
Back to back
Ooh, ooh
Yeah
[Chorus]
I take molly and go up (Yeah, up)
We take coke, we go up (And what? Go up)
We got hoes, it's 'bout to go up (Bitches, ooh)
You playin' with smoke, it can go up (Brrt, it can go up)
It can go up, it can go up (Yee-hee, yee-hee)
It's up, it's up (Say what? Aye)
It can go up, we can get up (Yee-hee, yee-hee)
Let's go up, let's go up (Yee, yee)
[Verse 1]
Hundred racks on me right now, what the fuck is you talkin' 'bout, lil' bitty bitch?
I got bitches tryna fuck me, tryna suck me, tryna meet me, I don't need money, they're rich
I got a couple little bitches I done bought a Patek, I'ma put a couple more in their tip
Bless her hips, them bitches dip (Oh, oh-oh, yeah)
I just got a ghetto ho to better ho, another ho, I'm ridin' 'round Mexico with litty
Pull up to your hood with a busted up brick, we ain't playin' 'bout our stuff, big killin' (Yeah)
I just got a king size box of red bottoms, I done spent a hundred racks on bitches
Surf jet just bought me a seal, Act', I don't need bubblegum or nothin'
I just got a real pint of Actavis, we don't need no bubblegum or nothin' (Uh-uh)
I just got a real pint of Act', we ain't need bubblegum or no-nothin', yeah, uh
Kibbles 'n Bits my dog 'cause we German, uh
I just twisted a Backwood, I think it was sherbet (Let's go)
Yee-hee, Goyard ('Yard)
Yee-hee, let's have a money war (Yeah)
Yee-hee, see me hidden in the dark (Yeah)
Yee-hee, my ****, we lovin' this war (My ****, we lovin' this war)
Yee-hee, I forgot about superstardom (Yeah, yeah)
Yee-hee, I take my dog's charge (Yeah, yeah)
Yee-hee, make me pull your dog card
Yee-yee, and the ting go bad up (Yee)
[Chorus]
I take molly and go up (Yeah, up)
We take coke, we go up (And what? Go up)
We got hoes, it's 'bout to go up (Bitches, ooh)
You playin' with smoke, it can go up (Brrt, it can go up)
Let's go up, we can go up
Let's go up, we can go all the way up
We can go up, we can go up
Yeah, we can go up, yeah, we can go up
We can go up, we can get up
Let's go up, we can go all the way up
Let's go up, let's go up
Yeah, we can go up, yeah, we can go up, whoa
[Verse 2]
Fuck your bitch for my brunch (Woah, woah, what?)
Go to Paris for lunch (Let's go, yeah)
Smokin' that gas like a skunk (Skunk)
Got a camel, no hump (Lil Uzi)
****, don't talk greasy (Don't talk)
Better believe me (Better believe me)
You know I stay where the cheese be
Bitch, I'm a star like a Ouija
I did not mean to get creepy
Diamonds, they wet, need a squeegee (Squeegee)
You know I be where the dogs at
We know you hang where the fleas be (Ew)
Automatic where my keys be
I think that she Puerto Rican
She suck my dick and she leakin'
Just livin' my life and it's easy (Okay)
She put her knees where my feet be (Alright)
I need a whip that got three seats (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Have a threesome, yeah, that's all week (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Don't want them hoes, yeah, they all weak (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Have a threesome, yeah, that's all week
Don't want them hoes, yeah, they all weak
Pitch the rock just like a floater
Diamonds colder like a boulder
Canary look like Corona
Heard you own her, well I stole her
Well at least I'm just a loner
Smokin' gas, bitch, I'm a stoner
He want my swag, he's a cloner
Look at my pocket, it's big, gettin' swoler
I do not like her so I can't promote her
Whippin' them babies then leave it in strollers
You know she treat the Molly like the coca
[Refrain]
Let's go up
We can go up, we can go up
We can go up, let's go up
We can go up, we can go up
[Verse 3]
Shh, shh, Scotty, look at this dead man, shh, shh
Come on, we gotta put him in a trash can (Come on)
I'm 'bout to run, I was just on a Xanny
Don't give no fuck, I got a prostitute granny
I got some girl, and that shit stuck in my vein (Yeah)
I'm in a coupe, 'bout to be switchin' the lane (Yeah)
I got a girl meetin' me right when I land (Yeah)
I made it clear, I'ma look out when I can (Yeah)
Thank you, my brother, thank you, thank you, pardon me (Pardon me)
Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you for remainin' the same ('Mainin' the same)
Wastin', wastin', tryna intercept a ho, you a lame (Lame)
Money callin' and I'm reachin' out every rate (Yee)
[Chorus]
I take molly and go up (Yeah, up)
We take coke, we go up (And what? Go up)
We got hoes, it's 'bout to go up (Bitches, ooh)
You playin' with smoke, it can go up (Brrt, it can go up)
It can go up, it can go up (Yee-hee, yee-hee)
It's up, it's up (Say what? Aye)
It can go up, we can get up (Yee-hee, yee-hee)
Let's go up, let's go up (Yee, yee)
Written by: Jeffery Williams, Joshua Luellen