Juelz Santana – D’s Up Lyrics ft. Migos & Jim Jones


Juelz Santana – D’s Up Lyrics ft. Migos & Jim Jones

Verse 1:
Foreign “foreign”, Bugatti’s “yea”
Dirty pistol having bodies “brrt”
Don’t know what it cost I just buy it “how much?”
She a whole ‘nother b***h on the molly “woo”
Having them racks, I been having them racks “racks”
Young n***a playing monopoly “monopoly”
The devil keep joining, jump all over my back
But I’m the man, ain’t stopping me “nah”
F*****g that b***h, she got too attached
She won’t get a call or text from me “brr”
These n****s taking my recipe “recipe”
Money on the right and the left of me “racks”
Gossipping just like a b***h my n***a
I’m in the trap my n***a, you can come fish my n***a
You popping so f**k it let’s hear it my n***a
Surrounded by dawgs, they pits my n***a
I’m staying away from the lames and thotties, I’m bout to get me a profit
I’m swerving the lanes, my engines is ‘Rari, 48 a ‘Rari
Excuse me pardon, colorful diamonds like I been playing sorry
Look at my b***h she a barbie
Double cup sipping on barre, lean “mud, drank, drank”
Gotta survive it, cooler it come with the TEC “brrt”
Run up your check, then you go buy a Patek “run up a check, hey”
Watery, diamond dripping splash wet “drip, splash, drip”
We got them choppers on deck when we boarding them jets

Chorus:
I can not f**k up the reup, Coco, Skip
Yeah, I got high paid shooters “high paid”
I’m telling them n****s to dip “dip”
Drop off, hardball
Grandpa got a sawed-off “grandpa”
Can’t nowhere be stepped on “nah”
None of my n****s gon’ fall off
Jumping out the trees with them ski’s “with them ski’s yea”
Pull up on the plug with them fisces “with some fisces yea”
Make her pop a perky on her knees “on her knees yea”
I hook-shot that pot like Kareem “hook-shot”

Verse 2:
Championship on my ring
I make my b*****s trap out of Céline
I put that ice in my (?)
I’m taking the PJ to go to Belize
I need that big gun, I’m talking machine
These p***y n****s just blowing out steam
I get it lit 500 degrees
Chopper hit everything, bada boom bada bing
Beat the pot with the stamina “beat it”
F*****g your b*****s on cameras “smash”
I gotta bag it up, Pamela
Put it right in the back of my tarantula
That’s a spider for you dumb f***s
Money coming by the dump trucks
Bodies lay by the dumpsters
It’s real mobsters amongst us
Knots, trap out the bando it’s hot
F**k it invade the spot “spot”
Wrist watch, I put the wrist in the pot “pot”

I had to cease the lot
Tick tock, b***h still on the clock now go get that money for daddy
Rick rock, soon as my work hit the block fiends line up for the package
I need that money, give me the loot
Play with my money, how silly is you?
I go to the dealer, I pick it I choose
I’m like Mister T, where all my jewels?
(?) pity the fool
I take your honey, you Winne the Pooh
My n****s got sticks that’s bigger than you
Can’t swim with the sharks, then stay in the pool

Chorus:

I can not f**k up the reup “no”, Coco, Skip
Yeah, I got high paid shooters “high paid”
I’m telling them n****s to dip “dip”
Drop off, hardball
Grandpa got a sawed-off “grandpa”
Can’t nowhere be stepped on “nah”
None of my n****s gon’ fall off
Jumping out the trees with them ski’s “with them ski’s yea”
Pull up on the plug with them fisces “with some fisces yea”
Make her pop a perky on her knees “on her knees yea”
I hook-shot that pot like Kareem “hook-shot”

Verse 3:
Was hanging with the dealers then
Still hanging with the dealers now
They know I just signed a deal, so they ask how I’m feeling now
I still run around and them phone calls, pull up with the ceiling down “Skrt skrt”
I bought the crib in Miami though, had to drop a quarter million now
So, what really talking ’bout and New York bring Porsches out
I be thinking the days, that I was stuck in trail ’til the judge had to toss out it
Summertime bring Forces out
No socks, with the powder in ’em
Got my jewels on and my tank-top, big blunts with the loud up in ’em
Skinny bells with the locks on it
Soft top with the top on it
Master piece with the rocks on it
Big broom with a mop on it

Bridge:
Extendo clip, put a Glock on it “graow”
Hotbox, got the cops on me
Good dope, put a sock on it “dope”
Try the gang, get popped on it

Chorus:
I can not f**k up the reup “no”, Coco, Skip
Yeah, I got high paid shooters “high paid”
I’m telling them n****s to dip “dip”
Drop off, hardball
Grandpa got a sawed-off “grandpa”
Can’t nowhere be stepped on “nah”
None of my n****s gon’ fall off
Jumping out the trees with them ski’s “with them ski’s yea”
Pull up on the plug with them fisces “with some fisces yea”
Make her pop a perky on her knees “on her knees yea”
I hook-shot that pot like Kareem “hook-shot”

Juelz Santana – D’s Up Lyrics ft. Migos & Jim Jones