Glasses

Rich Boy

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    Put your glass up in the air (glass up in the air) oh, oh
    Put your glass up in the air (glass up in the air) oh, oh
    Glass up in the air (glass up in the air), oh, oh
    Put your glass up in the air (glass up in the air) oh, oh

    Picture me in a Benz, witness me ball again
    Making a leg band, she beggin me put it in
    Get a cup, fill it up, look at me, fresh as fuck
    Keep a 45 tucked, nigga tryina plot on us
    Bottles pouring, diamonds blowing, champagne overflowing
    In the club toasting, we leaving with gang trophy
    32 inch chrome gold, keep the rims frozen
    Private yo doors open, I'm like a Jamaican smoker

    Put your glass up in the air (glass up in the air) oh, oh
    Put your glass up in the air (glass up in the air) oh, oh
    Glass up in the air (glass up in the air), oh, oh
    Put your glass up in the air (glass up in the air) oh, oh

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    Baby get that ass up, make em blow that cash up
    If you balling my nigga then get your fuckin glass up
    Alligator crop, top shut down the parking lot
    Valet in the front, tonight, the whole city hot
    Playing with gang chips, championship whips
    Throbbing on hips, with model bitches with gold lips

    Step into the club with my niggas where the freeze at
    She can't be scared, she bounce, baby throw it back
    Take a look at me, look at the MVP
    Flash you on the beat, she wanna leave with me
    Tolt me up, get your glass up, another cup
    Roll it up, in the VIP, they know it's us

    Put your glass up in the air (glass up in the air) oh oh
    Put your glass up in the air (glass up in the air) oh oh
    Glass up in the air (glass up in the air), oh oh
    Put your glass up in the air (glass up in the air) oh oh

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