Double Up BJ the Chicago Kid

[Chorus: BJ the Chicago Kid]
Double up
'Bout three or four times, I ain't tellin' no lies, I just run it up
Never let a hard time humble us
Double up
I ain't tellin' no lies, I just
I ain't tellin' no lies, I just
Five, four, three, two
That's time I got to you
That's money, my dreams come true
My life in diamonds, who knew?
Who knew?
Who knew?
Ta, da-da
Who knew? Ooh, ooh
Ta, da-da
Who knew?

[Verse: BJ the Chicago Kid]
Turned seven to a fourteen
Fourteen to a whole thing
Lord knows it's a cold game
Switched up on you hoes, man (Ta, da-da)
Big body take both lanes
In the back blowin' propane (Oh, oh)
All-black, five gold chains
Young rich nigga bossed up on his own, man
My new shit sound like it's "Soul Train"
Tookie Williams ovеr Coltrane (Ta, da-da)
Eric B by the rope chain
RSC, wе for sure bang
Tiny Locs and they go crazy
What you know about the dope game? (Ta, da-da)
Was you born in the 80's? Did your mama smoke cocaine?
Have you ever seen a whole thang?
Would you drove to the streets 'cause you grew up on short change?
Fucked up for the dope, ayy
It remind me when these niggas drop duds and they clothes change (Clothes change)
Had the part with the low fade (Low fade)
I would stand in front of Nix with my sack for the whole day
Then we parked and hopped out, learned it's levels to this whole thang
Old school, play the O'Jays
Tryna make a slow change, mama still slavin' for a low wage
Tryna