Sir Michael Rocks - Wa**up lyrics

[Hook] x2 Wa**up? What's crackin? What's happenin? What's good? Them hoes, be jockin, attackin my wood Wa**up? What's crackin? What's happenin? What's good? You see me? I'm stacking. I wish a n***a would.. If I don't do nothing else then I'mma make sure all my n***as straight Mills on top of meals is dollar bills on top of dinner plates Iceberg Historian, a Polo Sport extraordinaire My b**hes, man I spoil em, a thousand dollars for her hair She got that wet and wavy, I f** her all crazy Eye never lazy, Tracy McGrady This that Lambo truck, camo shorts, Cory got the bangers So hang up if you think you finna call me out my name bruh "Hello?" Don't dial the wrong number, my n***a K be under We H-1 Hummer, we tape the K up under You see that? So disrespect and get a check from the 11th letter Presidential Rollie, Ferregamo sweater If that's your girl, you better get her Never let her out of your sight She looking curious, the king luxurious She wonder what the j**elry is, her n***a furious A quarter mil just to insure this sh** [Hook] x2 Right, I like em feisty with a little cla** Some little titties with a stupid a** I help her with her rent, I know she's still in school She got that stupid brain, but baby ain't a fool I'm scooping up the cash, making my rounds For different amounts deposit in a checking account I'm not really interested in trying to make new friends Acquaintances.. I'm busy tryna chase these ends But when it's time to kick it, I kick it, The Toothpick Clique It's me and my n***as, Tall Tris, Kory Bellz, L. Player Dave C, Mike Dougie, Crack and 'em, Boldy James Pac Div, GY, meet me at the beehive Uh huh, I tell a b**h to choose up ‘Fore we up and lose touch, I ain't got all night Sippin' on some sweet syrup but it's not all Sprite Pickin' up plenty checks but they not all Nike's [Hook] x2