Double Cup
DJ Infamous feat. Yo Gotti Ace Hood Kirko Bangz Jim Jones Snootie Wild & Tiffany Foxx Lyrics
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(What you talkin' 'bout, money?)
Money? They blow it
(Talkin' 'bout weed?) Shorty, come roll it
(Talkin' 'bout hoes?) Yeah, they goin'
What about me? Down, I'm rollin'
I've got my double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
Double cup with my logo, thirty six of that cocoa
Yeah, the product's good, you know the number's right
And if you've got to check, then it's a no-go
All this snow, I've been a snow man
Always blowin' strong yeah
How can you believe this shit
Fuck both of y'all, I fear no man
My top quit and that trippy, seats tan, Rice Crispy
Got a wooden handle and a shoulder strap
Fits in your trunk, it hold fifty
Too many chains, that look crook
Pyrex and water would best cook
See my lil' homie with me he hold me down
He gon' take the shot just like Westbrook
Who he think he is? said VP
Vice president Young, you've got to see me
Nigga fuck around and get an album date
I'll have 'em drop your ass on GP
Now I'm fucked up and that's fucked up
Your bitch on me now, tough luck
I don't do the lean, don't fuck with molly
And that's grown shit in that white cup (We talkin' bout)
(What you talkin' 'bout, money?)
Money? Bitch, I blow it
(Talkin' 'bout weed?) Shorty, come roll it
(Talkin' 'bout hoes?) Yeah, they goin'
What about me? Bitch, I'm rollin'
I've got my double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down, forty cal', couple GLOCK rounds
Handcuffed your chick, that bitch on twenty four hour lock down
And rappers got these stale flows, front hard like steel toes
The man behind that voice is gay as fuck, y'all niggas Elmos
Been twelve years, I still shine, money long, I still grind
Used to be a thousand aire, but I had to eat, it's meal time
Then after that it's bill time, we fuck hoes to kill time
Your plane got them delays, we on my jet, nigga, in real time
And all up on that WiFi, sippin' on them Mai Tais
Infamous just passed the weed and gave the pilot a high five
Meanwhile, y'all broke down, can't even hold your post down
Everywhere we go is poppin'
Everywhere you go's a fuckin' ghost town!
(What you talkin' 'bout, money?)
Money? Bitch, I blow it
(Talkin' 'bout weed?) Shorty, come roll it
(Talkin' 'bout hoes?) Yeah, they goin'
What about me? Bitch, I'm rollin'
I've got my double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
Gettin' money, that's every day, candy paint on my Chevrolet
Rollin' up that A plus, 'bout to pour up to meditate
A nigga so high, might levitate, one life to live, let's celebrate
Came a long way from sellin' yay
Now it's a hundred K that should touch the stage
"Bandz A Make Her Dance" number one on the Billboard
I can't complain, I've got a lifestyle that most y'all niggas'd kill for
I'm on the grind chasin' real dough, still kick shit like a steel toe
Codeine got me movin' slow, I've got too much money for a bill fold
Pimp type nigga, I'm a Memphis nigga
In a ho mouth like dentures, nigga
All I talk is big money, anything else is senseless, nigga
Smoke some more, I'mma sip some more
I'mma fuck your bitch 'til she pigeon-toed
In the Rolls Royce gettin' chauffeured
With the blinds closed, gettin' blowed
What you talkin' 'bout, money?)
Aye yo, inf', I just came through in that Rolls Royce
Levis, Margielas, ask about me, I'm the hoes' choice
Tight eyes, gold cup, watch me lean in that soy sauce
If niggas sprayed up my Phantom, I'd walked away like that boy Ross
Murciélago with the doors off, hit the club straight throwed off
Popped a molly then rode off
She had her clothes off before we drove off
Woo, my nigga, her head game, I'mma tell you 'bout it
But woo! my nigga, had ten racks, she sucked me out of it
I need more mollies, I need more drinks
She wonder why her friend can't get up on the couch with us
That ho stink
Bugatti, rose paint, I ball hard cause D. Rose can't
Got a hundred bottles comin' to my table, fuck you hoes think?
(What you talkin' 'bout, money?)
Money? Bitch, I blow it
(Talkin' 'bout weed?) Shorty, come roll it
(Talkin' 'bout hoes?) Yeah, they goin'
What about me? Bitch, I'm rollin'
I've got my double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
I've got my
Money? They blow it
(Talkin' 'bout weed?) Shorty, come roll it
(Talkin' 'bout hoes?) Yeah, they goin'
What about me? Down, I'm rollin'
I've got my double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
Double cup with my logo, thirty six of that cocoa
Yeah, the product's good, you know the number's right
And if you've got to check, then it's a no-go
All this snow, I've been a snow man
Always blowin' strong yeah
How can you believe this shit
Fuck both of y'all, I fear no man
My top quit and that trippy, seats tan, Rice Crispy
Got a wooden handle and a shoulder strap
Fits in your trunk, it hold fifty
Too many chains, that look crook
Pyrex and water would best cook
See my lil' homie with me he hold me down
He gon' take the shot just like Westbrook
Who he think he is? said VP
Vice president Young, you've got to see me
Nigga fuck around and get an album date
I'll have 'em drop your ass on GP
Now I'm fucked up and that's fucked up
Your bitch on me now, tough luck
I don't do the lean, don't fuck with molly
And that's grown shit in that white cup (We talkin' bout)
(What you talkin' 'bout, money?)
Money? Bitch, I blow it
(Talkin' 'bout weed?) Shorty, come roll it
(Talkin' 'bout hoes?) Yeah, they goin'
What about me? Bitch, I'm rollin'
I've got my double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down, forty cal', couple GLOCK rounds
Handcuffed your chick, that bitch on twenty four hour lock down
And rappers got these stale flows, front hard like steel toes
The man behind that voice is gay as fuck, y'all niggas Elmos
Been twelve years, I still shine, money long, I still grind
Used to be a thousand aire, but I had to eat, it's meal time
Then after that it's bill time, we fuck hoes to kill time
Your plane got them delays, we on my jet, nigga, in real time
And all up on that WiFi, sippin' on them Mai Tais
Infamous just passed the weed and gave the pilot a high five
Meanwhile, y'all broke down, can't even hold your post down
Everywhere we go is poppin'
Everywhere you go's a fuckin' ghost town!
(What you talkin' 'bout, money?)
Money? Bitch, I blow it
(Talkin' 'bout weed?) Shorty, come roll it
(Talkin' 'bout hoes?) Yeah, they goin'
What about me? Bitch, I'm rollin'
I've got my double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
Gettin' money, that's every day, candy paint on my Chevrolet
Rollin' up that A plus, 'bout to pour up to meditate
A nigga so high, might levitate, one life to live, let's celebrate
Came a long way from sellin' yay
Now it's a hundred K that should touch the stage
"Bandz A Make Her Dance" number one on the Billboard
I can't complain, I've got a lifestyle that most y'all niggas'd kill for
I'm on the grind chasin' real dough, still kick shit like a steel toe
Codeine got me movin' slow, I've got too much money for a bill fold
Pimp type nigga, I'm a Memphis nigga
In a ho mouth like dentures, nigga
All I talk is big money, anything else is senseless, nigga
Smoke some more, I'mma sip some more
I'mma fuck your bitch 'til she pigeon-toed
In the Rolls Royce gettin' chauffeured
With the blinds closed, gettin' blowed
What you talkin' 'bout, money?)
Aye yo, inf', I just came through in that Rolls Royce
Levis, Margielas, ask about me, I'm the hoes' choice
Tight eyes, gold cup, watch me lean in that soy sauce
If niggas sprayed up my Phantom, I'd walked away like that boy Ross
Murciélago with the doors off, hit the club straight throwed off
Popped a molly then rode off
She had her clothes off before we drove off
Woo, my nigga, her head game, I'mma tell you 'bout it
But woo! my nigga, had ten racks, she sucked me out of it
I need more mollies, I need more drinks
She wonder why her friend can't get up on the couch with us
That ho stink
Bugatti, rose paint, I ball hard cause D. Rose can't
Got a hundred bottles comin' to my table, fuck you hoes think?
(What you talkin' 'bout, money?)
Money? Bitch, I blow it
(Talkin' 'bout weed?) Shorty, come roll it
(Talkin' 'bout hoes?) Yeah, they goin'
What about me? Bitch, I'm rollin'
I've got my double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
I've got my
The lyrics of "Double Cup Main" describe the lavish lifestyle of the rappers and their indulgence in drugs, money, and women. The chorus begins with the question "What you talkin' 'bout, money?" and goes on to say that money is not a concern for them as they blow it all. They also talk about smoking weed and having women around them, something that they crave.
The first verse talks about the artist's affinity for double cups, a common symbol of lean or promethazine-codeine syrup, mixed with soda or energy drinks. The lyrics mention the snowy product, referring to cocaine, and a wooden handle with a shoulder strap, hinting towards a firearm. The second verse talks about the artist's success and wealth, having come a long way from selling drugs to having songs top the Billboard charts. The third verse is a more explicit depiction of their wild partying, with references to expensive cars, drugs like molly and codeine, and sexual encounters with women.
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: CHRISTIAN WARD, CHRISTOPHER BRIDGES, DONALD CALVIN CURTIS, JAYCEON TAYLOR, JAY JENKINS, JORDAN HOUSTON, KEVIN ERONDU
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