Album: Walking Legend (2014)

Double Up

[Hook: Fredo Santana]
Smokin' so much God damn weed cause my nerves bad
Looking like the God damn police? I ain't gone serve your ass
Sippin' on the double cup, yeah, that purple splash
Nigga thinkin' boxin' me? Shit I'm a pop his ass
Finessin', jugg, double up, get my money up
Finessin', jugg, double up, get my money up
Finessin', jugg, double up, get my money up

[Verse 1: Fredo Santana]
Mary Jane, Mary Jane, Mary Jane
God damn, I love smokin' Mary Jane
In the trap house whippin' cocaine
I love all my bitches ain't got no man
I turn your T-Shirt red boy
I put them killers on your head boy
One phone call and you dead boy
Shit, I put that on my dead boy
Money talk and I talk that
I look like money when I walk past
War time, let's spark fire
You don't wanna cross paths
Cross me then [?] down
Real street nigga, no cosign
Got a bad bitch on my Facetime
Talkin' 'bout givin' me face time
Smokin' on this Kush weed
And I got this shit from Cali
Totin' on this 30
Don't need no suckers around me

[Hook: Fredo Santana]

[Verse 2: Gino Marley]
Finessin', jugg, double up, get my money up
I'm trappin', what's good, big bank rolls my money out
All my traps [?] hot as fuck but Marley just don't give a fuck
Double up, break it down, bag it up
Trunk loads, I be crammin' 'em
In my trunk, grams in 'em
And Nike bags with cash in 'em
And since I'm Gino Marley off my name, I be taxin' 'em
High speeds chasin' down the E-Way I just laugh at 'em
All my pockets, cash in 'em
And all my thots, ass on 'em
Talkin' work nigga? Then you know I spend my last on 'em
[?] up, nigga, then you know I take [?] from him
Gotta get your money up or get the fuck away from us
And if we ain't grow up with you nigga, ain't no shakin' up
I been a hood nigga, guess that's just the way they raise me up
Young trap nigga, from sun down till it's comin' up
Double up, double up, double up
Turn one to a couple 'em
Double up, double up, double up
Finnessin' shit, my money up

[Hook: Fredo Santana]