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I'm out and up, out and up, out and up I'm out and up, out and up, out and up I'm out and up, I'm out and up once again I'm out and up, out and up, fuck your friends Countin' up, countin' up, countin' up And you out of luck, out of luck, out of luck, yeah I'm countin' up, countin' up, countin' up And you out of luck, out of luck, out of luck, yeah Yeah, I'm out and up, I don't really give a fuck Used to never play my stuff, now they all say "what's up?" Tryin' to take my shinin' but, I ain't really mind it plus I ain't really worried 'cause I am the one grindin', yup I just graduated, everybody steady hated Everybody looking jaded, everybody always fakin' Run your mouth now, what the fuck is you sayin'? You a gangster? How? What the fuck is you takin'? OK, there you go again, talk that shit right behind my back I just fucked your ho again, believe me, I don't lie 'bout that You ain't even notice it, walk by, yeah, you still give me daps I ain't sugarcoating shit, I am just stating all these facts Out and up, out and up Out and up, out and up Shitting on everybody just because, just because Just be, just be, just because, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Songtexte I'm out and up, out and up, out and up I'm out and up, out and up, out and up I'm out and up, I'm out and up once again I'm out and up, out and up, fuck your friends Countin' up, countin' up, countin' up And you out of luck, out of luck, out of luck, yeah I'm countin' up, countin' up, countin' up And you out of luck, out of luck, out of luck, yeah I'm in the cut, like the wound got infected, yeah She wanna fuck, told her two contraceptives, yeah I'm shitting on 'em, like I let loose the bowels Don't be talking like I owe you something, I don't know those vowels OK, the Maserati got so many horses, you'd think it's a race My crib got so many stars inside it, you'd think we in space My bitch is bad, bad like Angelina You could tell we getting money now, just check my demeanor You know I'm rich as fuck, like my kid play lacrosse Got that Rick Owens inside my closet, don't do Lacoste I'm in a foreign country, foreign bitch, don't care 'bout the cost In the kitchen whipping still, yeah, I still got the sauce My wrist gon' work, my phone gon' jump, my clientele is boomin' I'm booted up, you got the boot, y'all ain't never movin' So many bitches in my phone, I swear I'm never choosin' I'm in the winner's circle, and y'all forever losin' I'm out and up, out and up, out and up I'm out and up, out and up, out and up I'm out and up, I'm out and up once again I'm out and up, out and up, fuck your friends Countin' up, countin' up, countin' up And you out of luck, out of luck, out of luck, yeah I'm countin' up, countin' up, countin' up And you out of luck, out of luck, out of luck, yeah Aus Songtexte Mania