[Chorus:]
That re-up money, that re-up money,
Out here flossin in the club with that re-up money!
That re up money, that re-up money,
Actin like you run the hood with that re-up money!
That re-up money, that re-up money,
Ratchet bitches wanna fuck you for that re-up money!
That re-up money, that re-up money,
Now you done crossed the plug for that re-up money!
[Verse 1:]
Out here in this fuckin field, actin like your pockets filled,
Imma keep it real, that re-up money gon' get you killed,
You ain't even fit the keys, you ain't even pay the bill,
You can't even save a bill, how is you gon' make a mill?
You done spend the re-up, nigga, how the fuck you real?
Niggas don't play by that re-up, that shit get you killed,
You took that work on cosigner, better make a deal,
Better get it back in time or you gon' need to steal.
I get it, I spend it and get it right back,
You niggas don't get it like that,
I hit it, I put it and then I be gone,
The moment that bitch get attached,
I swear I'm just tellin you facts,
You know a nigga got a lot of racks,
If a nigga didn't rap, I probably be movin a whole lot of packs.
[Chorus:]
That re-up money, that re-up money,
Out here flossin in the club with that re-up money!
That re up money, that re-up money,
Actin like you run the hood with that re-up money!
That re-up money, that re-up money,
Ratchet bitches wanna fuck you for that re-up money!
That re-up money, that re-up money,
Now you done crossed the plug for that re-up money!
[Verse 2:]
That re-up money, better pay these niggas every cent,
Re-up money worth more than your rent,
Niggas ain't playin if they front you some,
And you ain't got that money but you out here stuntin,
Damn, little homie, you must not be thankful!
You rode off with that sack and put your mind on danger,
Posted all that cash on Snapchat, what a great idea!
You ain't spent that bread, better make it reappear,
You ain't got that re-up, better rob, steal and kill,
Better go handle that tab 'fore they run up in your crib,
Flexin on the internet, takin pictures for the grand, ring, car, showin off,
Now them niggas at the door with them choppers loaded up, and they goin off for that.
[Chorus:]
That re-up money, that re-up money,
Out here flossin in the club with that re-up money!
That re up money, that re-up money,
Actin like you run the hood with that re-up money!
That re-up money, that re-up money,
Ratchet bitches wanna fuck you for that re-up money!
That re-up money, that re-up money,
Now you done crossed the plug for that re-up money!