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What's up man? (What's up man?) What's up gang? (What's up gang?) We gettin' this money (We gettin' this money) And fuckin' this fame (And fuck this fame) I'm trappin' this water (I'm trappin' this water) I make this shit shake (I make this shit shake) Give me a dollar (Give me a dollar) Bitch, give me a break (Bitch, give me a break) Most likely to succeed, most likely twist my weed Most likely took your money doin' somethin' I believe Most likely put the city on my back it ain't a V Most likely got the people goin' crazy overseas I been in the Taurus (I been in the Taurus) I been in the Jeep (I been in the Jeep) I been in the Crown Vic and the Mercury (In the Mercury) Push the three hundred, like the Bentley Niggas ain't nothin', if they ain't with me Yeah-yeah, set up the future for my Ms, this shit ain't cheap I was a dirty, dirty game, but bitch, I know you better not cheat Shawty a deep, shawty a freak, whatever I want, gold on my feet Down to my last, I was fucked up, I was down bad like cornrow Meek See, coochies pop coochies for Gucci And models will swallow for Prada But bitch, I don't even want that shit Letras de cancionesIf I feel like I buy you, you, you, you, you, that, that and this What's up man? (What's up man?) What's up gang? (What's up gang?) We gettin' this money (We gettin' this money) And fuckin' this fame (And fuck this fame) I'm trappin' this water (I'm trappin' this water) I make this shit shake (I make this shit shake) Give me a dollar (Give me a dollar) Bitch, give me a break (Bitch, give me a break) What up kinfolk? What up twin? What the hell they say happened to Tim? Man, I heard he got locked up again I been meanin' to talk to him And say the streets don't play no games So pray for safety All he gon' say is, "Okay-okay" But he steady bangin' like the 808s Say your boy is breakin' the bank I should hire my boy on a day-to-day That's the way he could stay out the way Sanitation, we stay out the wastes Sunset, he wanna stay at the one Get a woman, run away to L.A. where the devils waiting And the hoochies pop pussy for Pucci And robbers be robbin' the robbers I see the evil is in disguise, all of my idols already died I took a flight and I took a drive Made a left, hit the light and this lil' guy said- What's up man? (What's up man?) What's up gang? (What's up gang?) We gettin' this money (We gettin' this money) And fuckin' this fame (And fuck this fame) I'm trappin' this water (I'm trappin' this water) I make this shit shake (I make this shit shake) Give me a dollar (Give me a dollar) Bitch, give me a break (Bitch, give me a break) Boy, you look thirsty Shit, a nigga been workin' Shit, a nigga been hustlin' Shit, a nigga been hurtin' Shit, a nigga been strokin', bitches been squirtin' My flow pullin' out, the opposite of early Nigga been wipin' up dookie and burpin' I was with the toolie right on my person I be on southside swervin', goin' like a fly route Moms on the grind, goin' hard like I'm her child Pop set the bar with the Yak in the car When my new shit drop, you can all quit your jobs now Fuckin' on the thot, and she give the best top, wow Backshot, pound, dog her out like a Chow Chow Waterworld, hustle 'til the whole world drownin' And her grandmomma got found at the water fountain Ridin' 'round with the 5% tint on the Crown Vic G's move in silence I can make moves and announce it See an opportunity and pounce it You at the red light surrounded Better go 'head with the clout shit You gon' regret when you doubted You know you left when we was down bad sleepin' on couches Hah, should've fucked around and found out What's up man? (What's up man?) What's up gang? (What's up gang?) We gettin' this money (We gettin' this money) And fuckin' this fame (And fuck this fame) I'm trappin' this water (Trappin' this water) I make this shit shake (I make this shit shake) Give me a dollar (Give me a dollar) Bitch, give me a break (Bitch, give me a break) Most likely to succeed, most likely twist my weed Most likely took your money doin' somethin' I believe Most likely put the city on my back it ain't a V Most likely got the people goin' crazy overseas Yeah, me, I been layin' low Peepin' this shit from a distance And checkin' this chicken, no GMO These niggas look rich but they broke, got me playin' poor Please don't get it fucked up from this homeless aesthetic Whole lot of homes And I ain't even put up the tour but it sold out already I'm general sell high, niggas is breaded I'm gettin' it now and shit is pathetic They only respect when you talkin' your shit I ain't really that nigga to toot his own horn But today, look, I'm honkin' this bitch No more Off-Season, it's capital B on my car season If I happen to be in the mall and you catch yourself lookin' at me Then you're stargazin' Don't be dappin' with me if your heart shakin' Two-faced niggas get the business, I went from rags to riches There's too many bags, I can't do the math, bitch, I need a statistician I think I might enter the draft the way I got a ratchet, ask the Pistons Y'all niggas Planet Fitness, I don't panic, no-no Kyrie under pressure, my handles are cold They can't fuck with me and I stand on that quote That's never gon' change like Santa Claus clothes I know a young man wanna stand on my throat But I never hate, I'm a fan of lil' bro But bro got a long way to go If he think that he ever gon' catch up with Cole What's up man? (What's up man?) What's up gang? (What's up gang?) We gettin' this money (We gettin' this money) And fuckin' this fame (And fuck this fame) I'm trappin' this water (I'm trappin' this water) I make this shit shake (I make this shit shake) Give me a dollar (Give me a dollar) Bitch, give me a break (Bitch, give me a break) From Letras Mania