What's Up Wit It

What's up wit it
Havin too much bread we can't spend all this shit
What's up wit it
Cards took us out the hood and we still gettin' rich
What's up wit it
Half a ticket in the club and we still gettin' lit
What's up wit it
Big dawgs in this bitch we ain't new to this shit
What's up

Big dawg shit in the game yeah I been that
Two hundred K this week I just spent that
Go through the mud just to win that's big facts uh huh
Now I pull up wit cha bitch in a big bach six hundred
This shit not a game, know I don't play ok
Straight chick in the room goin both ways pussy
Never hate just wait till it's you day
Then I pull up to the jet where it's no wait
I pull up in a hard top, drop top coupe
F eight alien wit no roof
If I hop out this tint then you know that he through uh huh
Hamburger turn a nigga to stew blow blow
I dropped twenty K on some glasses pointers
Know I'm serious even when laughin'
Make her squirt from the back had it splashin'
She ate me up call it dining and dashin'
Niggas been havin' weight I ain't talkin bout bow flex
Only thang on my mind is some mo checks
I look at the globe and pick where imma go next
First class eatin' wings and croquettes uh huh
You know if I talk it I live it
I come wit dat shit dat you feelin' uh huh
I'm poppin' my shit for a livin'
It's up now this shit through the ceiling

What's up wit it
Havin too much bread we can't spend all this shit
What's up wit it
Cards took us out the hood and we still gettin' rich
What's up wit it
Half a ticket in the club and we still gettin' lit
What's up wit it
Big dawgs in this bitch we ain't new to this shit
What's up

Red held it down now a lamb like a scooter
This ice on our neck came straight from aruba uh huh
Doin the dash bout to slide a cougar
I'm worried bout me I ain't stunting no looser
Moet pourin' new AP showin'
We been ballin out but our money ain't green
Niggas turn hoeish you really start goin' and niggas get mad
When they ain't on the team
They talk it I live it you wit it come get it
I pull up myself and I clear out the scene
You slippin I'm grippin
She strippin I'm tippin
I shut down the bank when I'm in wit the team
I want it I get it I pick it no limit
I check the deposit dat backend turn green
Back on my business I'm makin a killin'
I'm slaughterin' niggas like it's halloween

What's up wit it
Havin too much bread we can't spend all this shit
What's up wit it
Cards took us out the hood and we still gettin' rich
What's up wit it
Half a ticket in the club and we still gettin' lit
What's up wit it
Big dawgs in this bitch we ain't new to this shit
What's up wit it



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Writer(s): Jalen Eason
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