What Up
(I got a lot on my mind, it seem like shit won't be fine, yeah)
(Yeah)
Young and rich, your hoe can't tell me nothing
And yea for your love, you see me walking' down in the sun
I let the doors up, just to show these bitches that I'm the one
I don't give a fuck about what they say, cause bitch they all is some bums
Aye, yeah I'm riding', think about you, yeah I'm dying
Your love it got me tryin', for you I'll start a riot
Look I don't care bout what's in your pocket, cause I'm toting on my rocket
Fuck the boys trying to play, yeah we stop it, nasty ass bitch got my mileage
Aye, what up, what's up bae, I'm trying to let you know that you make my fuckin' day
So why the fuck you still gotta play all these fucking' games
Aye, we riding' on some black wheels, oh shit, yeah the cops here
Guess it's time to fucking' dip, that shit I cannot just quit
Riding' with my, ah, yeah we got the blick
Holding' on that, uh, oh yeah that fuckin' stick
Stop playin', yeah you know you my bitch
I don't give a fuck yea I'm so damn lit
Stop playing hoe, yea little hoe just lick
Aye, what up, what's up bae, I'm trying to let you know that you make my fuckin' day
So why the fuck you still gotta play all these fucking' games
Aye, we riding' on some black wheels, oh shit, yeah the cops here
Guess it's time to fucking' dip
(Yeah)
Young and rich, your hoe can't tell me nothing
And yea for your love, you see me walking' down in the sun
I let the doors up, just to show these bitches that I'm the one
I don't give a fuck about what they say, cause bitch they all is some bums
Aye, yeah I'm riding', think about you, yeah I'm dying
Your love it got me tryin', for you I'll start a riot
Look I don't care bout what's in your pocket, cause I'm toting on my rocket
Fuck the boys trying to play, yeah we stop it, nasty ass bitch got my mileage
Aye, what up, what's up bae, I'm trying to let you know that you make my fuckin' day
So why the fuck you still gotta play all these fucking' games
Aye, we riding' on some black wheels, oh shit, yeah the cops here
Guess it's time to fucking' dip, that shit I cannot just quit
Riding' with my, ah, yeah we got the blick
Holding' on that, uh, oh yeah that fuckin' stick
Stop playin', yeah you know you my bitch
I don't give a fuck yea I'm so damn lit
Stop playing hoe, yea little hoe just lick
Aye, what up, what's up bae, I'm trying to let you know that you make my fuckin' day
So why the fuck you still gotta play all these fucking' games
Aye, we riding' on some black wheels, oh shit, yeah the cops here
Guess it's time to fucking' dip
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Writer(s): Levi Garcia
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