Pimp C, Bun B, Drake - What Up lyrics
Drake [Aubrey Graham] Toronto, Ontario, Canada/U.S. 🇺🇸
[Pimp C, Bun B, Drake - What Up lyrics]
Yeah, yeah uh
High Rollers, what's up?
Dreams Houston, what's up? Onyx, what's up?
You does it, baby, you does it, baby
Harlem Knights, what's up?
Treasures, what's up? Legends, what's up?
Just love me, baby, just love me, baby
Yeah (yeah)
To all my Houston, Texas country muffins
Baby, let me hit that liquor
And that blunt you puffin' and after that
I'ma throw that fucking young money
Up and we can
Both watch it fall like it's bungee jumping
Man, I'm so high
Next time we won't smoke all
Of the ounce you buy (O oh)
I almost forgot to blow the
Candles out 'cause I don't
Really wanna fall asleep and light
This house on fire goodnight, I'm still up
I told my girl to lay down
I see the bottle is full
I'm 'bout to drink it way down
What up, Bun, my nigga? Man
You know we stay down
And I'm a honorary resident in UGK town
I'm on my way yeah, I'm on my way
I never give a fuck about what any nigga say
The music all slow and the bitches all pretty
Me and Pimp about to do it
For the city in this thang
What up? What up? H Town in this bitch
What up? What up?
Me and Pimp about to do it for the city
What up? What up? What up? What up?
Uh money by the ton (Ton)
Bricks from crumbs (Crumbs)
Billionaire from nothin' (Nothin')
Mind on hustlin' (Uh)
Pussy's a commodity but dick sells better
Went from Dickies and house shoes
To a cashmere sweater (Uh)
Paint done got wetter than it was in nine-fo'
(Fo') the drank done got thicker and
The dirt weed rolled (Rolled)
Nine-six Impala with the stick on the flo'
(Flo') now, it's Bentley fo' do's with
Madrona on the do's (Do')
That's light wood, nigga
(Nigga) , Polo, fuck Hilfiger ('Figer)
Jammin' Slim Thug
(Thug) and belly full of drugs (Drugs)
Young Hogg nigga
(Nigga) , underdog nigga (Nigga)
Yellow lights on the ground
Cut through the fog, pussy nigga
Yellow diamonds on my finger
Playin' in the car (Car)
My dick wanna fuck but my pockets say stop
(Stop) not 'cause they empty
I'm just greedy for some more (Mo')
I need some mo' dough, I'm a P-IM-P fo' sho'
What up? What up? H Town in this bitch
What up? What up?
Me and Pimp about to do it for the city
What up? What up? What up? What up?
What up doe? Young Drizzy
Sweet James Jones bun Beeda
Well, it's the trill OG
I got the neighborhood soul
Kush is lit, I'm gettin' blowed
Ridin', bangin'
Get throwed in the candy painted low (Low)
Chrome grille in front of it
Belts on the back of it
My chromey shoes runnin' shit
Shorty on the side of me is
Straight up off the King cover (Cover)
Don't care what anybody say long
As the king love her (Love her)
Wish I could tell her that I
Don't but it would kill her
I just keep on grippin' grain
(Drippin' stain) , bein' trilla
Ain't another brother realer
Blowin' thousand dollar killa
With that Filipino flow that I
Just got in from Manila
'Bout to snow up in my city so
Let me put on my chinchilla
In the 'Rari doing donuts like
My name was J Dilla (Dilla)
All about the skrilla so just
Point me to the dealer
Keep the work up in the attic
And the money in the cellar (Cellar)
Your girl up in the second
Automatics for the fellas (Fellas)
You see us in the back then all
You gotta do is tell us
What up? What up? H Town in this bitch
What up? What up? H Town in this bitch
What up? What up? H Town in this bitch
What up? What up?
Me and Pimp about to do it for the city
High Rollers, what's up?
Dreams Houston, what's up? Onyx, what's up?
You does it, baby, you does it, baby
Harlem Knights, what's up?
Treasures, what's up? Legends, what's up?
Just love me, baby, just love me, baby
Yeah (yeah)
To all my Houston, Texas country muffins
Baby, let me hit that liquor
And that blunt you puffin' and after that
I'ma throw that fucking young money
Up and we can
Both watch it fall like it's bungee jumping
Man, I'm so high
Next time we won't smoke all
Of the ounce you buy (O oh)
I almost forgot to blow the
Candles out 'cause I don't
Really wanna fall asleep and light
This house on fire goodnight, I'm still up
I told my girl to lay down
I see the bottle is full
I'm 'bout to drink it way down
What up, Bun, my nigga? Man
You know we stay down
And I'm a honorary resident in UGK town
I'm on my way yeah, I'm on my way
I never give a fuck about what any nigga say
The music all slow and the bitches all pretty
Me and Pimp about to do it
For the city in this thang
What up? What up? H Town in this bitch
What up? What up?
Me and Pimp about to do it for the city
What up? What up? What up? What up?
Uh money by the ton (Ton)
Bricks from crumbs (Crumbs)
Billionaire from nothin' (Nothin')
Mind on hustlin' (Uh)
Pussy's a commodity but dick sells better
Went from Dickies and house shoes
To a cashmere sweater (Uh)
Paint done got wetter than it was in nine-fo'
(Fo') the drank done got thicker and
The dirt weed rolled (Rolled)
Nine-six Impala with the stick on the flo'
(Flo') now, it's Bentley fo' do's with
Madrona on the do's (Do')
That's light wood, nigga
(Nigga) , Polo, fuck Hilfiger ('Figer)
Jammin' Slim Thug
(Thug) and belly full of drugs (Drugs)
Young Hogg nigga
(Nigga) , underdog nigga (Nigga)
Yellow lights on the ground
Cut through the fog, pussy nigga
Yellow diamonds on my finger
Playin' in the car (Car)
My dick wanna fuck but my pockets say stop
(Stop) not 'cause they empty
I'm just greedy for some more (Mo')
I need some mo' dough, I'm a P-IM-P fo' sho'
What up? What up? H Town in this bitch
What up? What up?
Me and Pimp about to do it for the city
What up? What up? What up? What up?
What up doe? Young Drizzy
Sweet James Jones bun Beeda
Well, it's the trill OG
I got the neighborhood soul
Kush is lit, I'm gettin' blowed
Ridin', bangin'
Get throwed in the candy painted low (Low)
Chrome grille in front of it
Belts on the back of it
My chromey shoes runnin' shit
Shorty on the side of me is
Straight up off the King cover (Cover)
Don't care what anybody say long
As the king love her (Love her)
Wish I could tell her that I
Don't but it would kill her
I just keep on grippin' grain
(Drippin' stain) , bein' trilla
Ain't another brother realer
Blowin' thousand dollar killa
With that Filipino flow that I
Just got in from Manila
'Bout to snow up in my city so
Let me put on my chinchilla
In the 'Rari doing donuts like
My name was J Dilla (Dilla)
All about the skrilla so just
Point me to the dealer
Keep the work up in the attic
And the money in the cellar (Cellar)
Your girl up in the second
Automatics for the fellas (Fellas)
You see us in the back then all
You gotta do is tell us
What up? What up? H Town in this bitch
What up? What up? H Town in this bitch
What up? What up? H Town in this bitch
What up? What up?
Me and Pimp about to do it for the city