What Up

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah Uh [Verse 1: Drake] 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 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 that ounce you buy Ooh, I almost forgot to blow the candles out 'Cause I don't really want to 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 an 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 thing [Chorus: Drake] 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? [Verse 2: Pimp C] Money by the ton, bricks from crumbs Millionaire from nothing, mind on hustlin' Pussy's a commodity, but dick sell better Them dickies and high shoes to a cashmere sweater Paint done got wetter than it was in '94 The drink that got thicker and the dirt weed rolled '96 Impala with the stick on the floor Now its Bentley Four Doors with patron on the doors Light wood, nigga, Polo, fuck Hilfiger Jammin' Slim Thug, know them belly fully of drugs Young hard nigga, underdog nigga Yellow lights on the rocker through the fall, pussy nigga Yellow diamonds on my finger, playing in the car My dick wanna fuck but my pockets say, "Stop" Not 'cause they empty, I'm just greedy for some more I need some more dough, I'ma P-I-M-P for sure [Chorus: Drake] 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? [Verse 3: Bun B] Well it's the Trill OG, I got the neighbourhood soul Kush is dead Im getting blowed, riding bangin getting throwed In the candy painted low, Chrome grill in front of it Belts on the back of it, my chrome hearts shoes running it And shorty on the side of me is straight up off the king cover Don't care what anybody say long as the King love her Wish I could tell her that I dont but it would kill her I just keep on grippin' grains drippin' stains Being trilla ain't another brother realer Blowing thousand dollar killer With the Filipino flow that I just got it from Manila Bout to snow up in my city So let me put on my chincilla In the 'rari doing donuts like my name was J 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 Your girl up in the second automatics for the fella's You see us in the back than all you gotta do is tell us [Chorus: Drake] 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?