[Chorus]
Pick it up, and turn it upside down
Pick it up, and turn it upside down
Pick it up, and turn it upside down
Pick it up, and turn it upside down
[Verse 1]
You see my family never had cheese, the pain native
Mom would always say not to hang with the gangbangers
So most of my life, I was here with the same status
Busting up curves 'til cops would vacate us (Hey)
And every other day I wore the same old shirt (Hey)
Got a lot of roaches but the play won't work (Hey)
The girls I try to holla at, they don't flirt (Hey)
'Cause in Hollywood, they wanna see your payroll first, check it
But I ain't even gotta dime for the bitches
I don't make residuals off with thе bombs I done spit
Lot of little 'em niggas clown, bеcause time I done spent
Tryna buzz, your life's great but mine is a bitch (Yup)
It's times like this that I regret dropping out (Yup)
But on the mic, I got a bite like a crocodile (Yup)
Let me see your tig bitties, girl, pop 'em out (Yup)
Hopsin, I'm the nigga niggas talking about (Yup)
[Pre-Chorus]
Pull your wallet out, nigga, where your money at?
Pull your wallet out, nigga, where your money at?
Pull your wallet out, nigga, where your money at?
Pull your wallet out, nigga, where your money at?
[Chorus]
Pick it up, and turn it upside down
Pick it up, and turn it upside down
Pick it up, and turn it upside down
Pick it up, and turn it upside down
[Verse 2]
Yeah (Get it)
Isolated 'cause I used to get beat up
Looked down on, 'cause I never achieved much
Not the type to [?] the spot and then freeze up
Never been a fan of Soulja Boy, because he sucks (Hey)
Oops, I didn't mean to get your nerves all jumpin' (Hey)
We gon' bang 'til the neighbors say "We heard y'all bumpin'" (Hey)
Drunk-ass niggas keep the Smirnoff comin' (Hey)
Until you tired of jump in your whip and then swerve off somethin' (Huh)
Now let me tell you why the world don't like me (Why?)
'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' jerk, no tight jeans (Aw)
And you can tell it from my eyes when the light beam (Yeah)
My hot flow is so cold like ice cream
I'm hittin' niggas with the oxymorons
Ex-girlfriend'll tell ya Hopsin a moron
But don't be a fool, you should lock the door, son
'Cause there's a lot of rappers I'ma drop the torch on
[Pre-Chorus]
Pull your wallet out, nigga, where your money at?
Pull your wallet out, nigga, where your money at?
Pull your wallet out, nigga, where your money at?
Pull your wallet out, nigga, where your money at?
[Chorus]
Pick it up, and turn it upside down
Pick it up, and turn it upside down
Pick it up, and turn it upside down
Pick it up, and turn it upside down
[Verse 3]
Who wanna battle, little niggas? I'll serve you
'Cause I be going in like I got a curfew
Most of you niggas gettin' paid don't deserve to
Now bang your motherfuckin' head 'til it hurts you (Yeah)
The new dude, check my video on YouTube (Yeah)
'Cause at the moment I be lucky to get two views (Yeah)
Fuck ballin', I'm too lazy to shoot hoops (Yeah)
I shoulda shoot you, with the deuce deuce (Blaow)
Maybe that'll make my pockets grow larger (Oh yeah)
Can't sell like I lost my charger (Oh no)
Girls yelling out "Hop, go harder"
Baby, I can cut, but I'm not no barber (Oh yeah)
West coast, throw it up like vomit
I'ma keep it the flow so true, I promise (Yeah)
I'ma have the suburbs thinkin' ebonics (Yeah)
Y'all ain't gotta to worry about the game, I'm on it (Yeah)
[Pre-Chorus]
Pull your wallet out, nigga, where your money at?
Pull your wallet out, nigga, where your money at?
Pull your wallet out, nigga, where your money at?
Pull your wallet out, nigga, where your money at?
[Chorus]
Pick it up, and turn it upside down
Pick it up, and turn it upside down
Pick it up, and turn it upside down
Pick it up, and turn it upside down
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