Lyrics The Anthem - B. Frank

Ugh
Uh huh
Yeah
What they talkin bout boy
Huh
That nigga mane
Yea
Uh huh
Yea
I said
Bitch it's
Yea
Bitch it's money up
Yea
Bitch it's money up
Yea
Uh huh

Bitch its money up yea
We known to run it up yea
My outfit fly as hell
And shit my whip is dumb as fuck yea
Bitch it's money up yea
We known to run it up yea
My team is always winning
Tell them hoes come fuck wit us yea
Bitch its money up yea
We known to run it up yea
My outfit fly as hell
And shit my whip is dumb as fuck yea
Bitch it's money up yea
We known to run it up yea
My team is always winning
Tell them hoes come fuck wit us yea

Y'all heard what I said right
Lemme get my head right
They think that that's them po po coming
Nah bitch that's just my headlights
Tryna get my bread right
Hustle til I'm dead right
Still Hustle in the next life
I'm just tryna live a blessed life
200 on the dash
That's stupid fast
I live that jet life
Ain't fuckin wit that next guys
Got senses like a jhedi
I'm always pushing up like I been working on my chest size
If diego on my right then I bet relly on my left side
I'm drinking like a chimney then I burn down like I'm Left Eye
Brand new whip
That saucy shit
No this is not a test drive
All white wit a touch of black
But all black on the inside
5 percent on the window too
You can barely tell who inside
Chill as hell but I been live
Smart as fuck but i been fried
Speak the truth but I been lied
Fresh to def but I been died
Eagles wings I been fly
In the game I been tied
I don't break nor bend
I speak the truth right to a man's eyes

Bitch its money up yea
We known to run it up yea
My outfit fly as hell
And shit my whip is dumb as fuck yea
Bitch it's money up yea
We known to run it up yea
My team is always winning
Tell them hoes come fuck wit us yea
Bitch its money up yea
We known to run it up yea
My outfit fly as hell
And shit my whip is dumb as fuck yea
Bitch it's money up yea
We known to run it up yea
My team is always winning
Tell them hoes come fuck wit us yea

Dabbing on a island
Stunting without trying
Give thanks to the lord
But pray he take me if im lying 8/8/84 bitch I come straight from the lion
I get paid to work the metal cause My heart it pumps that iron
And I keep my paper neat i hit my bills up wit that iron
Got plenty schemes in my mind
Dawg I'll run shit like a tyrant
No way that you can catch up cause I run this without tiring
All my homies tied in and be front line like a tight end
Call me Rob Gronkowski
Always up in counting
Yall always talking shit but wtf they know about me
Nigga we B-O-U-T I-T B-O-U-T I-T
All I have is Kodak moments like I work for IG
A box of papers and some og tree is all that I need.
Oh yeah a pen and a pad and some dope ass beats
Being broke and down bad
That ain't never my stease Somebody lied to you cats
Yall ain't ever been Gs
Release my stress through chronic smoke
And let it sail through the breeze
I keep my hands all in the air
Like I'm telling em freeze
The game is 100 proof so I can't tell it for free
But if they asking who the one
Then nigga tell em it's me

Bitch its money up yea
We known to run it up yea
My outfit fly as hell
And shit my whip is dumb as fuck yea
Bitch it's money up yea
We known to run it up yea
My team is always winning
Tell them hoes come fuck wit us yea
Bitch its money up yea
We known to run it up yea
My outfit fly as hell
And shit my whip is dumb as fuck yea
Bitch it's money up yea
We known to run it up yea
My team is always winning
Tell them hoes come fuck wit us yea