Listen to Pick You Up (feat. A-Reece) by Riky Rick

Pick You Up (feat. A-Reece)

Riky Rick

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Riky Rick
Riky Rick
Performer
A-Reece
A-Reece
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rikhado Makhado
Rikhado Makhado
Composer
Lehlogonolo Ronald Mataboge
Lehlogonolo Ronald Mataboge
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rikhado Makhado
Rikhado Makhado
Producer

Lyrics

Right now I'm [?] for money When I get on, I'ma hit you up When I get paid, I'ma hit you up When I get rich, I'ma lift you up Right now I'm [?] for moola moola I get that lambo, I pick you up When I get that lambo, I pick you up When I get that lambo, I pick you up Little niggas saying crime pays 10 mil for my dying days 20 mil for my dying days Purple flowers for my [?] days Pour some liquor on my [?] days All my niggas live in memory When I die to remember me Hit the Gucci spend a hundred g's Make a million, put it on the streets Live and eat, let my niggas eat Open eyes let the youngins see Middle finger to the industry Middle finger to a fake nigga Don't fuck around, get your cake nigga Baby mama let her bake with you Right now I'm [?] for money When I get on, I'ma hit you up When I get paid, I'ma hit you up When I get rich, I'ma lift you up Right now I'm [?] for moola moola I get that lambo, I pick you up When I get that lambo, I pick you up When I get that lambo, I pick you up Right now I'm [?] for money nigga Yeah Yeah Yeah Uh Man fuck what's out now It's just hot now coz I ain't drop yet What's coming next it's really something else Name dropping on me For little recognition but it didn't really help Tour started and I'm head hunted by promoters You ain't even getting mail Funny thing bout this whole shit Making paradise was a living hell I don't even have a clue about how the album did But I know I'm doing well nigga Black and white Chanel, Vans from across the ocean Looking like a killer whale Went from a coach player to a benchsitter You ain't even on the field Heard you coming with a follow up But the show is over for you on the real We don't follow yall, yall follow us anyway So I couldn't tell East Side, East Side Where a nigga at Where a nigga fucking live Big time, this time, I ain't talking record label if I score a deal Real niggas on the rise, caught em by surprise This is not a fairytale Most cases man These niggas don't do nothing when I'm doing this Most cases man These niggas want the juice when they coming to the crib Most cases man These niggas live in complex, they ain't got a crib Most cases man The bigger half come to me when I make a split Nigga that's real shit Couple niggas in the city still be on a guilt trip Couldn't even ride for a nigga Long enough for me to get behind the wheel What I said goes, if I say so Main oath Getting richer as the day go If it's bout the money nigga say so We ain't even gotta make it about the music nigga What the fuck do they know
Writer(s): Mataboge Lehlogonolo, Makhado Rikhado Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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