SIK - "What's Up" lyrics

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