Give It Up Lyrics - Sage the Gemini feat. Berner & P‐Lo

P‐Lo Remember Me cover art
Release information
Release Date: 2014-3-25
Genre: Hip Hop
length: 3:44

[Hook: Sage The Gemini]
Money cars clothes freaks
Bitch I need all that give it up
Money cars clothes freaks
Bitch I need all that give it up
Give it up, give it up
Bitch I need all that give it up
Give it up, give it up
Bitch I need all that give it up

[Verse 1: Berner]
Money cars clothes bars blow
Bunch of drug money stuffed in my car
Go, high when I let baby for the skin
All my girls sleep with many many men
Give me ends
I'm dice god, 100 pounds
How I'm so on and I'm underground
Why these pretty ass bitches give me money now
Just to come around lay it down yeah 100 round
I'm talking about cash yeah you know me
I was shipping OG, OT in '03
Rollie on my wrist sit on chrome feet
I'm FedEx Berner I got my own trees
We ain't love no bopper
We just stash gram bags of Parada in our locker
My shoe game proper, they call me big papa
If I knock her I'ma take her for every single dollar
Give it up


[Verse 2: Sage the Gemini]
HBK Gangster, overdrive Jeep Wrangler
The beat strangler, ooh
Play the card but don't be a tangler
Niggas hate but they girl don't want me a stranger
Should of known real niggas
I don't digiorno I deliever
She wanna put my watch on that's that (Le-Chiver?)
She exit the car after he enter
Speaking in third person, I'm straight like perm purchase
My name big go search it
New rims no I curbed them
Ball harder than Ervin
Sprewellin how I'm spending this Dirt cheap
Kill em with the oh, carrier of bad news
Toxic rap to get rid of the fumes
Yo ho I'm a goon, 707
Step in the building women thinking that they in heaven


[Verse 3: P-Lo]
Young mack I'm what you heard about
Your bitch a freak that's the word around
Heart Break Gang yeah it's murder now
Every show yeah we burn it down
Me and Sage go way back
Hit him on the head, homie don't play that
Baby talking down, but they don't say that
I need them double M's I ain't talking about Maybach
Uh, I need all that shit
She don't even get a text and you call that bitch
You a simp mother fucker I can call that shit
See my gold chains and she all on dick
Uh, aye boy I don't play boy
I been around the world I'm still a Bay boy
Got your girl in my hand like a GameBoy
She ain't fucking me for free but you pay for it


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Digital Media 1
  • 1 Remember Me
  • 2 Bad Girls
  • 3 Go Somewhere
  • 4 Gas Pedal
  • 5 Red Nose
  • 6 College Drop
  • 7 Put Me On
  • 8 Down On Your Luck
  • 9 Mad At Me
  • 10 Nothing To Me
  • 11 Don't You
  • 12 Second Hand Smoke
  • 13 Just a Kiss
  • 14 Desert of Mirages
  • 15 Give It Up
  • 16 Gas Pedal