Getting 2 the Gwuaup
(Uhn-huh!)
You already know what to do with this shit
It's Don, D!
I said, I'm turned up, I'ma break the notch, break the notch
Cup of Folgers, I'm up, I like it hot, like it hot
Can't hang with vultures, they makin' our spot hot The spot hot
We up, we rollin', we gettin' to the guap
(Look)
Turn up, but I ain't talkin' greens
We came up from the bottom, rose to the top, just like some cream
I just blew like ten, they was just releasing steam
You can buy a lot, but you can't buy self-esteem
But I'ma buy a house with more hogs than Walgreens
And I need more whips than a slave-turned-king
And I need more rings than Jordan meets with Bill Russell
And I know that that money talk, just like Chris Tucker
Lethal weapon tommie, gotta stick that know karate
Call it chopstick, way it's choppin' up your body
Grab the bag fast, real fast, Rick and Bobby
Baby, I don't want to hear this, it's gon' be sloppy
(I said)
Turn up, I'ma break the notch, break the notch
Cup of Folgers, I'm up, I like it hot, like it hot
Can't hang with vultures, they makin' our spot hot The spot hot
We up, we rollin', we gettin' to the guap
(Yeah)
Chillin' with my brothers, we get wicked like no other
We all got a dick, so it's a blender when we cut you
(Yeah)
We pick up the litter, some of y'all can't cut the mustard
Young niggas fightin', man, we don't sit around and just suffer
So flawless I'ma get this dough regardless
I'm more than just an artist, you don't know what you started
I'm hittin' all my targets, But yet we flee the spot when creatures make it hot
I been peeped the plot, since that one nigga, we crossed you out
If you ain't turnin' up, get in that green, then what you talkin' bout?
I'ma zen the fuck out, manifest so I don't talk a lot
Love when, she stick her tongue down my throat and let me beat her box
Tryin' to be self governed, I'm gon' clean my wall and grow my crops
Turned up, I'ma break the notch, break the notch
Cup of Folgers, I'm up, I like it hot, like it hot
Can't hang with vultures, they makin' our spot hot The spot hot
We up, we rollin', we gettin' to the guap
(Look!)
You already know what to do with this shit
It's Don, D!
I said, I'm turned up, I'ma break the notch, break the notch
Cup of Folgers, I'm up, I like it hot, like it hot
Can't hang with vultures, they makin' our spot hot The spot hot
We up, we rollin', we gettin' to the guap
(Look)
Turn up, but I ain't talkin' greens
We came up from the bottom, rose to the top, just like some cream
I just blew like ten, they was just releasing steam
You can buy a lot, but you can't buy self-esteem
But I'ma buy a house with more hogs than Walgreens
And I need more whips than a slave-turned-king
And I need more rings than Jordan meets with Bill Russell
And I know that that money talk, just like Chris Tucker
Lethal weapon tommie, gotta stick that know karate
Call it chopstick, way it's choppin' up your body
Grab the bag fast, real fast, Rick and Bobby
Baby, I don't want to hear this, it's gon' be sloppy
(I said)
Turn up, I'ma break the notch, break the notch
Cup of Folgers, I'm up, I like it hot, like it hot
Can't hang with vultures, they makin' our spot hot The spot hot
We up, we rollin', we gettin' to the guap
(Yeah)
Chillin' with my brothers, we get wicked like no other
We all got a dick, so it's a blender when we cut you
(Yeah)
We pick up the litter, some of y'all can't cut the mustard
Young niggas fightin', man, we don't sit around and just suffer
So flawless I'ma get this dough regardless
I'm more than just an artist, you don't know what you started
I'm hittin' all my targets, But yet we flee the spot when creatures make it hot
I been peeped the plot, since that one nigga, we crossed you out
If you ain't turnin' up, get in that green, then what you talkin' bout?
I'ma zen the fuck out, manifest so I don't talk a lot
Love when, she stick her tongue down my throat and let me beat her box
Tryin' to be self governed, I'm gon' clean my wall and grow my crops
Turned up, I'ma break the notch, break the notch
Cup of Folgers, I'm up, I like it hot, like it hot
Can't hang with vultures, they makin' our spot hot The spot hot
We up, we rollin', we gettin' to the guap
(Look!)
Credits
Writer(s): Don Darnell, Jarrett Sanders, Tommie Stephenson
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