Str8 Up

[Intro]

Oh, oh

Ah, yeah

That's it right there, bitch

(That's it right there, Gnealz)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]

Take your bag shit, straight up

On this cash shit, straight up

Countin' cash, bitch

Hey, I'm counting cash, bitch, straight up

And your bitch too basic, straight up

Hey, might just face it, straight up

Hey, I think he laced it, straight up

I think he laced it, straight up

I'm in Saks, no Macy's, straight up

Got 'em goin' crazy, straight up

I just snatched his lady, straight up

Fucked her in a 'Cedes, straight up

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]

Oh, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, straight up

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, straight up

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, straight up

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, straight up

[Verse 2: Famous Dex]

I've been runnin' to the money, yeah, I made it, straight up

You run up on me, you better have your maker

Lil bro, you so broke, man, get your weight up

I threw his bitch up in the ocean, yeah, I'm not a saver

Look at my dreads, tattoo, they right on my head, I do not talk with the feds

Run up on me then you're dead

You run up on me then you're dead

Straight up, straight up, I swear I got my cake up

Straight up, straight up, I swear I got my cake up

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]

Oh, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, straight up

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, straight up

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, straight up

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, straight up

[Verse 3: Rich The Kid]

We gettin' money like straight up

Count 100 when I wake up

Diamonds on me, hold my wrists up

I bustin' on her face, uh

Straight up

In the kitchen, I'ma whip up a cake

More Act', I might pour up an eight

You're flexin' hard but them diamonds is fake

Straight up

Rich Forever got your bitch on a pill

More money, give a fuck 'bout a deal

Rich fo' got your bitch on chill

Fuck a bitch, I get trenches she lyin'

Magazines say I'm fresh with diamonds

Poke her head like straight up

My shooter hit your pinky face up

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]

Oh, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, straight up

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, straight up

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, straight up

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, straight up