Sum Mo Lyrics

[Intro: Trapboy Freddy]
Yo, you know how we doin' it

[Chorus: Trapboy Freddy]
I got some more on the way up
(I got some) I got some more on the way up
(I got some more on the way up)
I got some more on the way up
(I got some more on the way up)
I got some more on the way up
I got some more on the way up
I got some more, some more, some more, some more
Some more on the way up (More on the way up)
I'm in the penthouse, got ten feet
Got some more on thе way up (More on the way up), yeah
Top floor, yеah, the top floor, yeah, way, way up (Way, way up)
You know I ran the shack, yeah, ran the shack, yeah
Way, way, way up (Way, way up), yeah

[Verse 1: Trapboy Freddy]
We got some more on the way up (Way up)
She on the couch, gotta wake up (Wake up)
She won't f*ck, won't make her, huh (Make her)
I hit bitches with makeup (Makeup)
Bitch, I'm the man (Man), take off them pants (Pants)
Them bands, make her dance, too much ice on my hands
She know I'm a boss, I'm nothin' like her dude (Ooh)
She cool, she know how I move (Ooh)
And she come with two
Like-like my chain, get her wet like a pool
High as a threesome, and there's three of 'em (Three of 'em)
Boy, I'm not no peon (Peon), it's just me and Dion (Dion)
This right here for lil' Dion
Hey, you ever, ever got f*cked on the top floor? (Top floor)
Wanna on the counter, on the counter, in the bando (Bando)
Young nigga kickin' that shit like puncho
One more, two more, three more, four more
Four bad bitches, I'm ridin' out a four door
You already know how it go, though
Get-get-get her in the spot, make her jump like pogo
But you gotta keep it on the low-low

[Chorus: Trapboy Freddy]
I got some more on the way up
(I got some) I got some more on the way up
(I got some more on the way up)
I got some more on the way up
(I got some more on the way up)
I got some more on the way up
I got some more on the way up
I got some more, some more, some more, some more
Some more on the way up (More on the way up)
I'm in the penthouse, got ten feet
Got some more on the way up (More on the way up), yeah
Top floor, yeah, the top floor, yeah, way, way up (Way, way up)
You know I ran the shack, yeah, ran the shack, yeah
Way, way, way up (Way, way up), yeah

[Verse 2: 42 Dugg]
Bitch, I'm from the East, but I got rich in the A I sold all my weed, I got some more on the way
I might put a four in the Faygo
Lately, I been drinkin' heavy
Ten thousand to me, that's fetti
No problems with sellin' drugs
Young nigga never been in luck
She ask for five, I send her Dugg
Do for who, I did enough
This bitch must be in her feelings
Play with me, I'm sendin' killers
I woke up with money on my mind
Life or death with me or not
Sister ain't a legend, and I made a cool mill'
Can't take shit away from a nigga, I kept it too real
Won't ask her to wait for me, baby girl, just pray for me
Know where he at, twenty-eight a piece
And that shit come in at Christmas
Even in church, I keep my pistol
Play if you want, get put in a song, bitch

[Chorus: Trapboy Freddy]
I got some more on the way up
(I got some) I got some more on the way up
(I got some more on the way up)
I got some more on the way up
(I got some more on the way up)
I got some more on the way up
I got some more on the way up
I got some more, some more, some more, some more
Some more on the way up (More on the way up)
I'm in the penthouse, got ten feet
Got some more on the way up (More on the way up), yeah
Top floor, yeah, the top floor, yeah, way, way up (Way, way up)
You know I ran the shack, yeah, ran the shack, yeah
Way, way, way up (Way, way up), yeah

[Verse 3: Trapboy Freddy]
Hah, young nigga groovy, hah, baby, groovy, hey
She diggin' my swagger (Swagger)
She all on my drip, she callin' me, "Daddy" (Daddy)
She know that's the bag (Bag), bag, babe, I bring that bag (Bag)
Hit from-hit from the back (Back)
She got that ass, I'm rubbing' that ass (Rubbin' that ass)
Crawl on your knees (Huh), suck that dick, look at me (Ooh)
Bend over (Over), it's late at night, they stayin' over (Stayin' over)
Ain't playin', no (No), can't get my heart tonight, ho (Damn, ho)
You ain't ever, ever, f*cked a nigga like me (Like-like me)
Drippin' so icy (Icy), Off-White, Nike (Nike)
Bitch, I go dumb-dumb, bitch, I'm like, vroom-vroom
Baby girl like it, like it (Like-like it), she wanna like the icing (Icing)
I think that bitch a Pisces (Pisces), I think that bitch a psychic (Psychic)
She told me she had a friend, she knew how I like it (Like-like it, like it)

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