Open Up Shop Lyrics

Open up, open up

Open up shop

Grab me a fork and a pot, baby, don't bring me no pan

Just let it rock

Told her I feel like I'm Diddy the way I be making them bands

Baby gone bop

Rollin' up Barney, that Hypno and Henny got her in a trance

She love me a lot

But I love her not, I love a knot, I just want a bag

Monopoly money, it's coming in colors

Militia, militia, it's me and my brothers

Wherever I be, I'ma keep it 600

Whatever I do, I'ma get me some money

OG wanna Benz and I told her it's coming

We get the work done like a gym, how we running

Might be on a track, but no niggas ain't running

Your life is a joke and I ain't bein' funny

There's too many ways to get paid, why you lacking

What happened? You said you was having

We in motion, bout all of the action

If it's bout a check, I'm in traffic

Got blue hundreds off Magic

Done blue hundreds with my niggas them

We done blew checks like Twitter them

Niggas ain't even verified

Southern boy, I be hella fried

Living life like it's televised

Niggas telling bitches, telling lies

Niggas fake, bitches fake cry

Fuck em all

If it don't fill my pockets

I ain't try to feel it

Like Wayne in 08

Tryna run me a milly

then do it like Hov

Get me a billy

I like my hoes boujee and pretty

They get down bag, don't need me to get it

If you understand, don't need me to get it

These niggas just capping, they 5950

I got the game from my sister my pop

I got my brain from my mama, she's smart

Geek Baby, no glasses, I just see the guap

Move like a Patek, lil' nigga just watch

Open up shop

Grab me a fork and a pot, baby, don't bring me no pan

Just let it rock

Told her I feel like I'm Diddy the way I be making them bands

Baby gone bop

Rollin' up Barney, that Hypno and Henny got her in a trance

She love me a lot

But I love her not, I love a knot, I just want a bag

Let's get to the money, I'm hungry

I need me a couple of hundred

There's too much around here for me not to touch it

And know if I came, that I'm leavin' with something

We booming and bunking, burning QP's by the onion

Go count up a ticket or something

The mission the money

The money, the mission, and that's on Malitia

My nigga, I promise I got it

Let's just be honest about it

Niggas be talking, but they just be talking about it

Tomorrow, I ain't promise to no one, so no, I ain't movin' without it

Boy you wouldn't know what to do with a body

Baby done did something new to her body

I just want a 392 with the body

So I'm in the hoo coming through if you shopping

I got the Pepe le pew

Nigga, I feel like I'm Curry

You look like the hoop

My bro get the drop, and go alley the oop

It's the militia, we moving like troops

Ha

Fuck em' all

That's hoe we coming

No rubber or nothin

Your stick got a hammer

My shit got a button

I push that motherfucker in that bitch gone stutter

We came out the gutter on Blunt Street

Niggas used to make dinner with lunch meat

Had kerosene heaters all in the crib

Hid my lil' stash underneath crib

We ain't goin' back how we used to live

Been at the bottom

What's at the top

If it ain't bout no money, I don't wanna talk

Get out the spot if you trying to cop

Open up shop

Grab me a fork and a pot, baby, don't bring me no pan

Just let it rock

Told her I feel like I'm Diddy the way I be making them bands

Baby gone bop

Rollin' up Barney, that Hypno and Henny got her in a trance

She love me a lot

But I love her not, I love a knot, I just want a bag

Open up shop

Grab me a fork and a pot, baby, don't bring me no pan

Just let it rock

Told her I feel like I'm Diddy the way I be making them bands

Baby gone bop

Rollin' up Barney, that Hypno and Henny got her in a trance

She love me a lot

But I love her not, I love a knot, I just want a bag

Open up shop