Fyeupcristian - Get It (Fye Up Cristian) Lyrics

This money gon call is you gonna go get it
Nigga stay up on the block head high blunt got em lifted
Stupid flip catching plays now ya thinkin ya gifted
Losses turn to winnings just call me magician

This money gon call is you gonna go get it
Nigga stay up on the block head high blunt got em lifted
Stupid flip catching plays now ya thinkin ya gifted
Losses turn to winnings just call me magician

It disappearing wonder where it go?
Pockets never sitting low I'm posted on the stroll
Sliding down 80 cause the crackaz on cowboy road
They gon book you up & tell some lies in the report
Try to pin some charges you know won't stick in court now you in a cell
And you buying canteen soap, selling break fast trays on telemate losing hope
Black vistitation screen canteen getting low
Thats what make me humble f*ck it if I don't blow
Cause I can make it double keep my plug on the low
I refuse to struggle its a jungle be on go
F*ck a red light hit the gas pray the lord protect my soul
I lost my cousin G sitting up the road as a youngin tell me bout the streets
And how it go kicked up out of school
And in the streets I enroll hopped up off the porch & I landed 10 toes
Do this for my daughters this ain't for these hoes
You be counting dollars I'm up In bank rolls
Money on my mind I think my brain froze
I be on my grind while you be at home

This money gon call is you gonna go get it
Nigga stay up on the block head high blunt got em lifted
Stupid flip catching plays now ya thinkin ya gifted
Losses turn to winnings just call me magician

This money gon call is you gonna go get it
Nigga stay up on the block head high blunt got em lifted
Stupid flip catching plays now ya thinkin ya gifted
Losses turn to winnings just call me magician