Word Up lyrics

Kill it, kill it, kill it, kill it

I look up, I said I think it's time to kill it

Bitch I'm sexy as fuck, you ain't even gotta tell me

I ride around to Pac, I fuck my girl to R. Kelly

Tell her make me a sandwich, no pb and jelly

She look back like "Goddamn, what you think this? A deli?"

I'm screaming "Hell yeah trick, Hell yeah whoa"

That shit make her love me more, and she know I love her too

She know I been to hell and through, I need what Reverends do

Power of the revenue got me up 2 to 10, and 10 to 2

I gotta shine boy I be a star, on firе that's a meteor

So I'm eithеr or on TV with a Rita Ora set your DVR

Stacking money face to face what that mean CPR

Everyday the day date, gang bang major pain

D-Town I ride around, me and my dog like Charlie Brown

Just trying to get that white money you know, countin' cake and KK's

On a day to day to day base, then vacay for eight days, ooh

You know mutha fuck taking a vacation

Put palm trees up in my house and have a stay-cation

Getting paid while I'm chilling that's a paid-cation

Full glass of champagne, oh no, you can't taste it

I seen cars (switch up)

Seen Hoes (switch up)

Seen Money all switch up

When the days get long

• Artist:Big Sean
• Album:Single (2019)