Light It Up ft. iNTAKE 444 & Hii Tek Lyrics

Light it up finna take flight (hot!, hot!)

Stack up the money add hight (hot!, hot!)

Standin' on businees when money on sight (Wet!, wet!)

See through diamonds they bite

She wanna fuck in the back of the seat

She ride on my dick pickin' up the speed

I got that shh on side of my team

Roll up some bodies and smoke 'em like weed

Fuck it I'm goin' crazy on this beat

My gang gorillas they totin' the heat

I might go fuck up your crew make 'em bleed

I'm makin' money 'till all my dawgs eat

Big money

Big money

Big money

Big money

Big up that cash eatin' Nobu

Fuck all these haters and fuck all these bitches

I'm cluthin' up if I don't know you

You sayin' you don't know what pain feel like

Better strap in hoe I'm finna show you

Talk shit on my gang

Talk shit on my brothers

I'm squarin' up 'n I'm gon' fold you

Deftones I'm on my White Pony shit, let's shoot this sex tape

Bitch I got diamonds up to my eyes

You know I been paid since first day

Boy wanna chat? Let's have a knife party

I'm leaving that boy needing first aid

Read what it say

A band what I spent on my Moncler

A band what I spent on my bitch hair

Ten bands what I made in my first year

Too bad I'm ahead by a lightyear

Too bad I'm a millionaire

Too bad that I'm up now

And I cut them bridges off

I'm boutta cut my main bitch off

I ride wit' the blade I'm always on job

I'm done flexing with broke boys

Bitch get your pay up, get out here

I'm done flexing with broke boys

Workin' at Zara, get out here

I just landed in Milan, I'm rockin' designer Cavalli

On the block you hear gunshots

You would think that its Diwali

On the couch slumped on codeine

Draining the life out the party

J put his friend on a shirt

Now he dressin' like A$AP Bari

J put a boy in the dirt

That boy live in The Purge

Told her lift up her skirt

Then I'm takin' her purse

Light it up finna take flight (hot!, hot!)

Stack up the money add hight (hot!, hot!)

Standin' on businees when money on sight (wet!, wet!)

See through diamonds they bite (hot!, hot!)

Light it up finna take flight (hot!, hot!)

Stack up the money get hight (hot!, hot!)

Standin' on businees when money on sight (wet!, wet!)

See through diamonds they bite (hot!, hot!)

(Uh, come on let's get high)

(Come on come inside, roll up)

(Come on put yo mind)

(I do this everytime)

I go crazy all the time

Brand new bitch from outta town

Now they wan' fuck with me just cause I'm up

Shit I can't fuck with y'all bitches when I'm sober

Fuck it I smoke up put four in my soda

80 my za pack I move like a cobra

Spent 200 on a pack I'm a stoner

Wooo

I work from Sunday to Sunday

Go to the stu when the sun down

I don't get out til the sun up

I'm heating up like a sauna

I'm burnin up need a check up

Buy a Bentley when my check up

Yea I'm flexing up

And she eat it up

Like a buttercup

Rocking Givenchy

Living it up

I got too much

I ain't giving it up

I got plenty hoes

They shaking it up

Yea the club goin' crazy

I make it rain

Like prince did

Choppa slap a nigga Will Smith

Yea if he try me

I get the bands I go M.I.A

You get some bands but you fumbled the bag

New moncler

I ain't even bragging

Dg belt

I aint even sagging

Every fit I put on

I'm swaging

These fuck niggas don't even know what swag is

Light it up light it up light up light it

I get flyer than rocket

I get higher than pilot

I don't need stylist

The bitch got mileage ima still hit

Ima still beat it up

I'm swerving the coupe and I speed it up (Skrrrt)

Yea!

Yea!

Yea!

Light it up finna take flight (hot!, hot!)

Stack up the money get hight (hot!, hot!)

Standin' on businees when money on sight (wet!, wet!)

See through diamonds they bite (hot!, hot!)