What's Up
I just pulled up to the party
I got your girl she ride me like a Harley
And her tits are plastic like Barbie
She ate my son Charles Barkley
Do not get mad at me, I am not sorry
They say imma dog and I bite
Like that one YouTube video with Charlie
She want be my wife
But I just want her for the night
Because I can not cheat on the money
Don't want it to dump me
You know that I am so cold
That my nose is about to be runny
And I got shawty to dance on the pole
It's Fortnite she dusty
She want eat my kids cause she hungry
But right now it's me and my mommy
And imma put two in Chanel like discovery
I do not fuck with you con-artists
I will never play with the Huskies
Aye, I'm getting rings like a halo
But I'm not an angel
I've been killing the beats I produce
I guess you can call it a K.O
I'm on the go like Diego
My ops can not catch up
Not made up of tomato
Sipping on faygo
And I shape my money like Play-Do
I do what I want if I say so
What's up, what's up
Just like the sky, man
My money is blue
Married to the money
Life feels honeymoon, shut up
Irish bitch say
Imma lucky dude, on god
Let's go pull up in the coupe, okay
Do you want top like the roof, okay
Because what's up is me
And what's down is you
Never ever felt the feeling
Of losing both ways
Diamonds so cold
It's like I'm playing freeze tag
Can someone bring the beat back
God damn
I made the cut like a deep gash
And now I am strong
Since seven days like the week passed
He mad
Cause I did his girl like a keypad
I give her three taps
I can enter her feelings
Now she sad she can't get me back
On some PG-13 shit
But I'm not a clipper
I got no heart imma savage
Not twenty-one I don't drink liquor
Only fifteen
And I'm in a room with your sister
Always get top
Cause I'm always the winner
And she blew a birdie
She golfing with twitter
She wanna fuck with the beast
Shawty get horny from tweets
Lately I've been on my grind, aye
I'm on the fast lane
I've been skrting in the night, yuh
Feels like a drag race
My haters want smoke
So here is an ashtray
Throw all the hate away
That is my catch phrase
Imma delete
All of my ops' letters to me
It's just like a backspace
What's up, what's up
Just like the sky, man
My money is blue
Married to the money
Life feels honeymoon, shut up
Irish bitch say
Imma lucky dude, on god
Let's go pull up in the coupe, okay
Do you want top like the roof, okay
Because what's up is me
And what's down is you
Never ever felt the feeling
Of losing both ways
What's up, what's up
Just like the sky, man
My money is blue
Married to the money
Life feels honeymoon, shut up
Irish bitch say
Imma lucky dude, on god
Let's go pull up in the coupe, okay
Do you want top like the roof, okay
Because what's up is me
And what's down is you
Never ever felt the feeling
Of losing both ways
I got your girl she ride me like a Harley
And her tits are plastic like Barbie
She ate my son Charles Barkley
Do not get mad at me, I am not sorry
They say imma dog and I bite
Like that one YouTube video with Charlie
She want be my wife
But I just want her for the night
Because I can not cheat on the money
Don't want it to dump me
You know that I am so cold
That my nose is about to be runny
And I got shawty to dance on the pole
It's Fortnite she dusty
She want eat my kids cause she hungry
But right now it's me and my mommy
And imma put two in Chanel like discovery
I do not fuck with you con-artists
I will never play with the Huskies
Aye, I'm getting rings like a halo
But I'm not an angel
I've been killing the beats I produce
I guess you can call it a K.O
I'm on the go like Diego
My ops can not catch up
Not made up of tomato
Sipping on faygo
And I shape my money like Play-Do
I do what I want if I say so
What's up, what's up
Just like the sky, man
My money is blue
Married to the money
Life feels honeymoon, shut up
Irish bitch say
Imma lucky dude, on god
Let's go pull up in the coupe, okay
Do you want top like the roof, okay
Because what's up is me
And what's down is you
Never ever felt the feeling
Of losing both ways
Diamonds so cold
It's like I'm playing freeze tag
Can someone bring the beat back
God damn
I made the cut like a deep gash
And now I am strong
Since seven days like the week passed
He mad
Cause I did his girl like a keypad
I give her three taps
I can enter her feelings
Now she sad she can't get me back
On some PG-13 shit
But I'm not a clipper
I got no heart imma savage
Not twenty-one I don't drink liquor
Only fifteen
And I'm in a room with your sister
Always get top
Cause I'm always the winner
And she blew a birdie
She golfing with twitter
She wanna fuck with the beast
Shawty get horny from tweets
Lately I've been on my grind, aye
I'm on the fast lane
I've been skrting in the night, yuh
Feels like a drag race
My haters want smoke
So here is an ashtray
Throw all the hate away
That is my catch phrase
Imma delete
All of my ops' letters to me
It's just like a backspace
What's up, what's up
Just like the sky, man
My money is blue
Married to the money
Life feels honeymoon, shut up
Irish bitch say
Imma lucky dude, on god
Let's go pull up in the coupe, okay
Do you want top like the roof, okay
Because what's up is me
And what's down is you
Never ever felt the feeling
Of losing both ways
What's up, what's up
Just like the sky, man
My money is blue
Married to the money
Life feels honeymoon, shut up
Irish bitch say
Imma lucky dude, on god
Let's go pull up in the coupe, okay
Do you want top like the roof, okay
Because what's up is me
And what's down is you
Never ever felt the feeling
Of losing both ways
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Writer(s): William Nguyen
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