Bitch Get Up

[Chorus: Curren$y]

Bitch, get up, bitch, get up, bitch, get up, bitch, get up

Bitch, get up, bitch, get up, bitch, get up, bitch, get up

Bitch, get up, bitch, get up, bitch, get up, bitch, get up

Bitch, get up, bitch, get up, bitch, get up, bitch, get up

[Verse 1: Curren$y]

Back of the spot smoked out, that's how you find me

Weed clouds around me, bad bitch on side'a me

Say she wearing shades so she can watch her nigga shining

Bottom bitch come out on top, cause she really riding

Know them tires sliding, fastest thing in the parking lot

That's mine, mama, now gon' get inside it

Wave bye to your partners, windows clearer than Vodka

Only tinted my silver Bentley that came with a driver

Back at the crib, ran through hella bitches in that walk-in shower

Try to be lowkey, but they get smashed too good

They go to talking about it, her best friend looking for me

When she say me I was hopping out of that—

Uh, she ain't know what that was, but I was looking like—

Drugs to her, and the fur, laid

Paid, polar bear skin rug

Love, you tryna' do… say what?

[Chorus: Curren$y]

Bitch, get up, bitch, get up, bitch, get up, bitch, get up

Bitch, get up, bitch, get up, bitch, get up, bitch, get up

Bitch, get up, bitch, get up, bitch, get up, bitch, get up

Bitch, get up, bitch, get up, bitch, get up, bitch, get up

[Verse 2: Juvenile]

My neck game be moonwalking, wrist game be bus stopping

Earrings be two-stepping, tee game be pussy popping

Smoke good, feel good, walk right, swag up

Money right, stacked up, now what bitch nigga won't act up

I'm thugged out in this bitch, gotta whole club on my wrist

Money, women and fast cars, I love all of that shit

Whatever you heard about a real nigga, I does all of that shit

East, West, South, Mid-West, I got plugs in all of that shit

But Uptowns my stomping, dope game be jumping

And we got whatever you need, it all depends on who want some

Glock next to my johnson, big dog on my function

Ice game like hockey, I'm confident and I'm cocky

I got Benjamins in my pocket, credit cards in my wallet

A bitch on my dick and she bouncing up, hydraulic

Then that ho told me she love me, I told her bitch you lying

You don't like me, it's the money, you say that shit all the time

[Chorus: Curren$y]

Bitch, get up, bitch, get up, bitch, get up, bitch, get up

Bitch, get up, bitch, get up, bitch, get up, bitch, get up

Bitch, get up, bitch, get up, bitch, get up, bitch, get up

Bitch, get up, bitch, get up, bitch, get up, bitch, get up