$kar, OS NANA - Wassup lyrics

Roll it up, roll that weed in the club
In the club, in the club
With my team I get my money run it up
Run it up (brr) run it up
Put that Lean, I put that 30 in my cup
In my cup, in my cup
Got some fake niggas that I had to cut
Had to cut, had to cut

Niggas wanna talk 'bout money, sauce up
Hey wassup, hey wassup?
Yeah they guap, where I get it from, huh
Smoking all that shit, I fill it all
Blood in my lungs
Nigga hit, pussy boy, you ain't got no blow
I just hit, you just wanna
Fucking steal my flow, yo
Yeah, you need that cup, yo
Yeah, you need that blow, yo
I don't really do it but I
Know who got it though
I don't fuck up with these
Niggas 'cause they lame, so
Yeah they wanna cop my shit but
I don't want it though

I'm charging in that 'cause that's beast mode
Control the money, come Cee-Lo
I'm calling in my baby, deep throat
I'm caller in the baby, deep throat
My money come out from the heavens
I'm never tripping, I got real friends
You cannot see me, get some Ray-Bans
My diamonds sparkle up your Ray-Bans
Quick, quicker and over
Shit, that dick in the soldier
I fuck that bitch and her sister, yeah, oh
Remember when that nigga wanted left from me?
Now the same nigga want a coke
Of my wrist like me nigga, you a joke
You ain't never gonna smoke that
Hit my weed, yeah
'cause you ever gonna choke
Yeah, pussy nigga, that thing is a diss
When I pull up with my niggas shooting
Ain't gon' miss ain't, ain't gon' miss
Niggas look at my fucking wrist
They think it's a motherfucking diss
Pussy nigga wanna talk behind my back
I ain't fucking with these niggas
'cause they want my stack

Roll it up, roll that weed in the club
In the club, in the club
With my team I get my money run it up
Run it up (brr) run it up
Put that Lean, I put that 30 in my cup
In my cup, in my cup
Got some fake niggas that I had to cut
Had to cut, had to cut