What's up ft. Thatboikae Lyrics

She know that I'm lit, she know that I'm rich, she wanna fuck

I'm chasing the dollars, I'm chasing the commas, I'm in her guts

I'm chasing the dollars, I'm chasing the commas, I'm chasing the bucks

My brother an outlaw, like his name is Rufus Buck

You know I been balling Milwaukee Bucks

It's on me, test your luck, it's on me, I suggest you duck

My neck is a hockey puck (yeah)

I'm chasing the bag, she chasing the cash, I'm in her guts

She know that I'm lit, she know that I'm rich, she wanna fuck

I'm rolling it up, I'm pouring it up, I'm feeling stuck

I'm cashing it out, I'm getting it in, she know what's up

My pockets aggressively green, incredible hulk

Remember those days, I ain't have it, now it's in bulk

Niggas just follow my wave, I'm feeling like a cult

She think I'm electric, she's filling my volt

When it comes to the money, I bolt

I do it for my blood, my fam, my folks

Fuck with the bloods, the crips , and folks

Put a lot of problems in my smoke

Get her wetter than a bottom of a boat

Take it all, better not damn choke

Bet it all, better not damn fold

Risk it all, let the dice game roll, aye, I'm chasing the dollars

I'm chasing the commas, I'm chasing the bucks

My brother a outlaw, like his name is Rufus Buck

You know I've been balling Milwaukee Buck

It's on me, test your luck

It's on me, I suggest you duck

My neck, a hockey puck (yeah)

I'm chasing the bag, she chasing the cash, I'm in her guts

She know that I'm lit, she know that I'm rich, she wanna fuck

I'm rolling it up, I'm pouring it up, I'm feeling stuff, I'm feeling stuck

I'm cashing it out, I'm getting it in, she know what's up, know what's up

She know what's up with me, I'm eating good, she placing my cutlery

Her nigga can't fuck with me, roll up a wood and pour up a lot of lean

I wish I would accept her apology

Soon as I walk in, then bitch, they acknowledging

He gone stand up for his bitch if she follow me

Kick off my kicks and I count up a lot of cheese

They say I'm lit like I just hit the lottery

Ayy, bae, I like when you lick me up sloppily

It ain't just on me, this shit in my arteries

They sleeping on me, I don't let it bother me

I'm the best rapper, I don't need a nominee

Ain't nothing but a strap and some racks in my skinny jeans

I know that's cap, pick your finger on mini me

I crossed him out, but stay close to my enemies

She make it clap to all my songs, they be on repeat

I ain't no sap to these hoes, they be all on me

I'm shooting craps on the floor on my hands and knees

These niggas cap through they throat and say anything

I guess everybody the goat, that shit killing me

Won't catch me driving no boat, I'll sip hella lean

Lil' bitch, I clean up like soap, know they smelling me

Lil' bro got sent down the road on four felonies

It's all in your face, you can't hold in your jealousy

All of that fake shit just boosting my legacy

A blunt to the face, I'm just taking my medicine

Light up your place like my name Thomas Edison