Tempo 99.25
Key F Minor
Verse 1
Shout out to my a**ociates
Haters can't come close to this
Riding through the hood looking good and you notice
I see all the hating's over
Homie I'm the champion
To the win I'm closer
Now I'm shining with an ambiance
Show me all who's rolling with me
Do it so they won't forget me
Since they put me to the test
Just know I'm going to do it best
I'm never put to rest
No
I can't settle for less
The money is better than stress
I'm flexing off a paycheck
Forget who doesn't like it
All my singles go and buy them
I don't have to even try
I never can fall behind, like a runner up
I got all my numbers up
Started with beginners luck
Now I'm really doing something
You got a lot of nothing
I got some things to prove
I'm going to make my move and you see it's that I use
To the streets I'm staying true if you didn't have a clue
I got no time for you
So I told them what I do
I got a lot of plans
I'm busy planning out
Better homes
Better rides
Yeah
You know what I'm about
In this game not dropping out cause I did it for a reason
All I do is make a meaning
Are you glad you got to see this
Chorus x2
"What's Up."
"What's Up."
"What's Up" to all my b**hes
That's Love
"What's Up."
"What's Up."
All my n***as
"What's Up."
Throw it up
That's "What's Up."
Tell all the haters shut up
You get no love
Verse 2
I said "what's up" cause I'm a real n***a
Now I got to deal with ya
Through it all I'm still with you
Made it happen
We made it far
If you're looking at me you see a star
If you're trying to catch up you won't get far
Blinded by that lime light
n***a this the high life
Yeah
My f**ing time's right
I must be a genius
Stacking all my paper
Wallets be the greenest
Counting cash with a green thump
Spending plenty
Number one
I got heat like the summer sun
You want beef
You better run
Try me and you're starting something
I'll finish that
To me it's nothing
Feasting on these silly n***as
They're unaware always lunching
Don't get mad cause I got it all
I was made for this
I was born to ball
Talking to these weak n***a's like talking to a brick wall
All my n***as on call
All my b**hes love me
I see why you lie a lot because the truth is ugly
Listen
Yo don't bug me
You're mad because my paper's straight
I'm putting up a fight homie
Big guns
Heavy weight
Chorus x2