Up to Something

[Intro]
Yeah up to something, I've been up to something
Ay Jack, you snapped on this shit
Yeah, I've been up to something
M. Goud murk this beat (yeah)
I've been up to something yeah (yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
No I'm not a rapper yeah
No I'm not a trapper yeah
No I'm not a rapper yeah
No I'm not a trapper
Still spent fifteen hunnid bands
On these dancers

[Verse 1]
I fuck your line up (fuck it)
She fuck the line up (she do)
Go out tonight yeah (go out)
Just got designer yeah
Got lines on the table
Fifty thousand dollars that I spent outside Rodeo (you know I spent it)
I got the bitches fiending for the money bags on me
She want the Dolce and the Prada bags honey (oooh)
She comes around wanting something new
She wanna go downtown

[Chorus]
No I'm not a rapper yeah
No I'm not a trapper yeah
No I'm not a rapper yeah
No I'm not a trapper
Still spent fifteen hunnid bands
On these dancers

[Verse 2]
Dum dum leave you speechless when you come come
Call you when I want you we can fuck some
They talk I don't care what they got to say some
Find them if I want to they can't run from
Make two friends trib (trib)
Yeah they call me Joey (Joey)
Old friends tripping
Now they acting like they know me (where they at?)
Got different kinds of dollars dollars (ooooh)
Got a couple girls from Florida Georgia (ooooh)
No I'm not a

[Outro]
I've been up to, I've been up to
I've been up to something
I've been up to something
I've been up to something
I've been up to something (yeah)