Pick Me Up
R.I.P. Productions Lyrics

Pick yourself up
You have to lift yourself up and not expect help from others

Ain't nobody helping no broke ass nigga
No one is going to help a person who is broke

No broke ass bitch, no broke ass nigga
No one will help someone who is broke regardless of gender

Pick yourself up, pick yourself up
Emphasizes the need to lift oneself up

Income tax check, you blow that shit
You waste your income tax return on frivolous things

Body foreign, they repo that shit
You buy a fancy car and they reposess it because you cannot afford it

She leave your dick dry, that ain't your bitch
A woman who doesn't show affection or interest to a man isn't truly his

Your partners made it rain but you ain't Tip
Your friends are spending extravagantly, but you cannot keep up

Lame nigga, fame get ya nothing but cameras and lights
Being famous is pointless and superficial

Money on the table you want friends in life
People only want to be friends when there is money involved

Swipe up, wipe down, all the fresh for sale
Expensive clothes, jewelry, and items are all available for purchase

Ain't no handouts here, nigga, you can't tell
Don't expect anything for free

I'm I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T nigga, you can't spell
I am independent and don't need anyone's help

What you know 'bout me, I don't know 'bout free
You don't know anything about me and I don't give anything out for free

Money fall like leaves, better climb that tree
Money is abundant and easy to obtain, but you have to work for it

I was sitting on the curb by my grandma yard
I used to be poor and lived with my grandmother

Dopeboys drive by, I'm like that's my car
Drug dealers drive by with fancy cars, and I want one too

Fast forward, stack four, nigga that's my call
I've worked hard and now have the money to buy fancy things

Push button, automatic, bitch I own that start
I own a fancy car with push button start

Dime back, I don't bend, I don't starve for mine
I don't compromise my standards or go hungry for anyone

Will rap for a mil, coulda had that sign
I have talent and could have made easy money in a different field

Ride dirty, late night, coulda had that time
I could have gotten in trouble with the law for driving with illegal substances

Way up piling, drop top, you can't have this shine
I've worked hard and gained wealth, and you cannot have what I have

Aw man, cold game, if these walls could talk
Money and success come with challenges and risks

They say "Stack that shit, nigga get that vault"
People advise me to save my money and secure my financial future

Young and safe fucked up, that shit ain't my fault
Someone younger than me made a mistake, and it's not my responsibility

Nigga pay them dues, nigga pay that cost
Everyone has to work hard and pay their dues to be successful

Weave right, edges right, but your bills ain't paid
Your appearance may be put together, but you still have financial struggles

Sugar daddy fly you out but you still can't stay
A wealthy man may take you on trips, but you cannot maintain the lifestyle

Overnight, Gucci bag, you back on that plane
You spend a lot of money on expensive items only to return to your financial struggles

He married, you mad that you got played
You dated a married man, and now you are upset because it didn't work out

Think you run run game, he ain't called you since
You thought you had a successful relationship, but the man hasn't contacted you since

Homegirl's got change, but you call them lame
Your friends are successful and wealthy, but you belittle them for it

'Cause they got that foreign, they buy all they clothes
Your friends have expensive taste and buy luxury items

They don't need no man, but you still that hoe
Your friends are independent, but you are still reliant on men for money

Every man you fuck with tryin' to sow his oats
The men you date are not interested in a long-term relationship, but are looking for sexual conquests

Every man you fuck with fuck been catch ghosts
The men you date quickly disappear from your life after they get what they want

'Cause the cars they drive, like a moth to flame
Your attraction to men is based on the cars they drive and their wealth

You ain't pimpin' the game, tryna fuck for change
You are not in control of your life and are only looking for men for money