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 dis tint den you know that he through (uh huh) Hamburger turn a nigga to stew (blow blowww) 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 dis 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