Wassup ft. Nick Red Lyrics

Nah, cuz why I got your girl hitting me up talking about what's up

Nah, hold on, check your girl because she wants to hit me up

You better get it before I do

What's up

And I'm scrolling through her Insta, liking shit, don't give a fuck

And she hitting on my Snapchat, send me pictures of her butt

And she begging me on text, asking me to pick her up

Cuz you, cuz you know I got a big ass truck

What's up

What's up

What's up

What's up

I swear to God, this bop here won't leave me alone

She grabbing on my dick, taking pictures on my phone

She call me up 3am, said she home alone

No Macaulay Culkin, leave her mouth like a O

She just a little ho, gonna kick her out the door

Cuz honestly, I'm feeling better when I'm alone

Hit him up, hit him up at the door

Double cup, double cup what I pour

Talking shit, getting lit round my hoes

Like what's up

Like what's up

What's up

What's up

What's up

What's up

I swear to God, this bop here won't leave me alone

She grabbing on my dick, taking pictures on my phone

Shout out Sophie, that's my ex bitch

She my number one, but promise she is not my best bitch

Fucking with my opp, making me think you got a death wish

I am not a gangster, but I'll call Lobo

And he'll hit you with this fucking Smith & Wesson

Hoes mad, cuz I got them in they feeling

Reaching for the stars, and I just broke the fucking ceiling

I don't got no time for fucking games, I'm counting millions

Benett on the hook, and he just got you fucking reeled in

A hundred million dollars on this table, Imma count

She pour me off some lean, I told Benett I'm a down it

She wanna stay the night, her pussy wet, I'm finna drown in

We counting out this money by the motherfucking thousands

We gotta worry, I got all the ranks, bitch

Swear to God, I'm richer than your dad is

Got like 21, but I ain't a savage

She wanna make a tape, I said this is not DatPiff

She don't know what that is

I got too much money on my mind, I cannot worry about that bitch

She said, is that luxury line? I said, this is that Raf, bitch

I don't got no fucking time, I feel like my name Tyler

And I spend my time every day getting all these dollars

She set up that group FaceTime, said she wanna ride us

And your bitch looking really fine, look like EmRata

Yeah, I be really rich, but you ain't got a dollar

What's up

What's up

What's up

What's up

I swear to God, this bop here won't leave me alone

She grabbing on my dick, taking pictures on my phone

What's up

What's up

What's up

What's up

I swear to God, this bop here won't leave me alone

She grabbing on my dick, taking pictures on my phone