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Fired Up Video (MV)




Performed By: Gaitway
Language: English
Length: 3:00
Written by: Emmanuel Akwe, Justin Williams




Gaitway - Fired Up Lyrics
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Let me know you down
And I'm going to ride with you
Pull up to the party
I'm going to slide with you
She want some Bacardi
She love White liquor
Say you want my shoes
But they will not
Nigga what
Ball out in LA like a laker
You know that I'm getting that paper
I slam a bitch down undertaker
You know there's no way
I can stay there
I'm stacking that money
And making that paper
I'm stacking it up yeah
I peep that they are trying
To get with the code
But it's never enough yeah
I move at a fast pace
This money come a fast way
I don't care what they say
Cause a f*ck nigga
Going to hate yeah
Tell me what you want to do
What you want to get into
All these bitches come in twos
Wallet popping out the blue
Catch me in sunset
Shopping at stores
Nigga acting like he did it before
Extra rotten all the way to the core
Got a lot
But I still want me some more
On the track I run it up
Just like forest
Big bull in the game like a taurus
Stealing flows you better
Credit the source
When I see you
Better not show no remorse
I'm fired up
She fired up
We fired up
This money ain't making no sense
Full throttle I'm riding the benz
The code what they cannot predict
I told them this shit was a hit
Fired up
She fired up
We fired up
So pour me a cup
This money ain't making no sense
Full throttle I'm riding the benz
The code what they cannot predict
I told them this shit was a hit
Let me know you down
And I'm going to ride with you
Pull up to the party
I'm going to slide with you
She want some Bacardi
She love White liquor
Say you want my shoes
But they will not fit you
You think that your cold
With the shit
But no you ain't cold enough
They say that I'm sick
With the shit
But no I'm not throwing up
You know that I'm deep
In your bitch
Throwing cash
She showing a lot
All these pockets got knots
They telling me that
I'm not hot no
I'm just securing my spot go
When I go pop out
I put on a show
Niggas be still scarecrow
Know that I got them
Scared on go woah ugh
Spazz out
Crash out
F*ck these niggas
Really talking about
Walking with a limp
Walk up in
Then I pull up to your house
I'm fired up
She fired up
We fired up
So pour me a cup
It's never enough
This money ain't making no sense
Full throttle I'm riding the benz
The code what they cannot predict
I told them this shit was a hit
We fired up
So pour me a cup
This money ain't making no sense
Full throttle I'm riding the benz
The code what they cannot predict
I told them this shit was a hit
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Let me know you down
And I'm going to ride with you
Pull up to the party
I'm going to slide with you
She want some Bacardi
She love White liquor
Say you want my shoes
But they will not
Nigga what
Ball out in LA like a laker
You know that I'm getting that paper
I slam a bitch down undertaker
You know there's no way
I can stay there
I'm stacking that money
And making that paper
I'm stacking it up yeah
I peep that they are trying
To get with the code
But it's never enough yeah
I move at a fast pace
This money come a fast way
I don't care what they say
Cause a f*ck nigga
Going to hate yeah
Tell me what you want to do
What you want to get into
All these bitches come in twos
Wallet popping out the blue
Catch me in sunset
Shopping at stores
Nigga acting like he did it before
Extra rotten all the way to the core
Got a lot
But I still want me some more
On the track I run it up
Just like forest
Big bull in the game like a taurus
Stealing flows you better
Credit the source
When I see you
Better not show no remorse
I'm fired up
She fired up
We fired up
This money ain't making no sense
Full throttle I'm riding the benz
The code what they cannot predict
I told them this shit was a hit
Fired up
She fired up
We fired up
So pour me a cup
This money ain't making no sense
Full throttle I'm riding the benz
The code what they cannot predict
I told them this shit was a hit
Let me know you down
And I'm going to ride with you
Pull up to the party
I'm going to slide with you
She want some Bacardi
She love White liquor
Say you want my shoes
But they will not fit you
You think that your cold
With the shit
But no you ain't cold enough
They say that I'm sick
With the shit
But no I'm not throwing up
You know that I'm deep
In your bitch
Throwing cash
She showing a lot
All these pockets got knots
They telling me that
I'm not hot no
I'm just securing my spot go
When I go pop out
I put on a show
Niggas be still scarecrow
Know that I got them
Scared on go woah ugh
Spazz out
Crash out
F*ck these niggas
Really talking about
Walking with a limp
Walk up in
Then I pull up to your house
I'm fired up
She fired up
We fired up
So pour me a cup
It's never enough
This money ain't making no sense
Full throttle I'm riding the benz
The code what they cannot predict
I told them this shit was a hit
We fired up
So pour me a cup
This money ain't making no sense
Full throttle I'm riding the benz
The code what they cannot predict
I told them this shit was a hit
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Writer: Emmanuel Akwe, Justin Williams
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