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(Young Rich Squad) We gon' get along, I know that you want it right Let's all turn it up now, I know that you want it right (Everyone go up) Everyone go up Girl, you ready go up Rich Squad (Young Rich Squad) Young Rich Squad I ready to go, I told her let's get real comfortable [?] Bottles on ice and my diamonds on ice, too cold And I'm finna go up soon as I touch this lil' cup of the 'foam Let's go all night, girl, you so fine Let's catch this flight, go to the sky I'm feelin' right, let's get too high I'm feelin' right, go up, go up It's a bomb in the spot, when we walk in, this bitch blow up, bitch blow up Throwin' bands in the air, make the whole building blow up (Make this bitch blow up) I just ran out of my cup, but I still pour up (Young Rich Squad exclusive) Poppin' bottles [?] 'cause I'm tryna not to blow up, to blow up (Certified hood classic, you dig) Everybody lose control, poppin' bottles in the club, make the club go up Everybody down with the trappin' and the drugs and the drugs 'til the guns show up I was in the club pourin' bottles, gettin' drunk, so I think I might throw up I been in the club poppin' bottles, gettin' faded, so I think I might throw up D-N-T, too hot, I'm explosive Put a P-E-R to the C in my soda Letras de cancionesPut a lil' Perc 10 in that drank, now I'm poured up Backwood guts in her guts while I roll up Bitch, it's T-R-A and the P, it's for the packs on me We chop down trees with this chop, ain't no axe on me NFL with this brick, got the sack on me We pour up and blow up, it's a fact, homie (Young Rich Squad) Ain't it a long way from the tables we started at? You know, things come and things go I just wanna make sure it all go up We finna go up We finna go up Ayy, someone call '08 Wayne and Birdman Cash money, all I think about is racks, nigga That's facts Young Rich Squad 'til she discharge, you know the vibes, baby We finna blow up Girl, we finna go up Young Rich Squad, baby From Letras Mania