Why You Up in Here

Lyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane] Flo Rida Gucci Brr [Verse 1: Flo Rida] I done bought all this CÎROC, now Lil mama on my jock Starin' at me up and down like when my Rollie's six o'clock Now you know you better stop You done heard about my squad I-M-G, Poe Boy, you either (Uh) or you not (Hold up, shorty) Wait a minute, shorty, why you came? Who you know and who the hell told you to come? All up in the middle with the business unofficial When I can't stand a chick tryna spoil my fun Lookin' for a dude to rip you off some funds I don't need a chick tryna throw my ones "Let me look rich, I wanna have his son" I sip Pérignon, but do I look dumb? Get a job, tryna turn my knob And if the door open up, make sure you slob My boys they know we buy the bar Sit back, blow smoke from a Cuban cigar What's your mission? Looks suspicious I don't get it, no permission Back no interest, what's the business? Shorty, listen [Chorus: Git Fresh & Ludacris] I'm just tryna figure (Figure), why you up in here? Why you up in here? Why you up in here? I'm just tryna figure (Figure, figure), why you up in here? Why you up in here? All up in my grill Why you dancin' on me, steady talkin' to me When you know that you're not gonna give it to me? I'm just tryna figure (Figure, figure), why you up in here? (What you doin' up in here, man? Get your ass on) Why you up in here? All up in my grill [Verse 2: Ludacris] Now I ain't got no time for silly games Got no time for silly notions But get smacked silly for playin' with my emotions You figured you lead me on But bitch, you led me out the door Now let me lead you with a song It go like, "D, you's a hoe" Drunk up all my Cointreau, ain't even leave me with a glass So cough up my whole bottle or I'ma take out your ass 'Cause you don't wanna see me angry (Nope) You don't like me when I'm angry (Nope) Live like Jackson 5, but get greezy like Jermaine Be dangerous like Michael, so Tito pass the tissues Don't test me 'cause I keep a clipper number 2 pistols And you will be erased, outta sight and outta mind So get the fuck on, or my girls will wipe the floor with your behind [Chorus: Git Fresh & Gucci Mane] I'm just tryna figure (Figure), why you up in here? Why you up in here? Why you up in here? I'm just tryna figure (Figure, figure), why you up in here? Why you up in here? All up in my grill Why you dancin' on me, steady talkin' to me When you know that you're not gonna give it to me? I'm just tryna figure (Figure, figure), why you up in here? (Flo Rida, Gucci, brr, brr) Why you up in here? All up in my grill [Verse 3: Gucci Mane] All the 4's on my Maserati, whoa kemosabe I should be a wine taster, bottle poppin' is my hobby I should be a food critic, all the restaurants I dine in A quarter million dollars gone, I only got one diamond (Damn) I'm just tryna figure, how you think you teasin' it? Don't dock the world star or listen to it Rock so much ice that'll make ya shiver MIA to East Atlanta, big ups if you make the scrilla I'm too official like I'm Referee Wilson Referee, bitch, back in Y.A. killed 'em Gorgeous chica speakin' with a loaded smile Bad attitude but a song tied I ain't even hit her like one time But that could've been a fun time Could be the back then brought her back But can't keep it here, you can have her back I am stable, I am grateful, I ain't faithful, but fuck that It's Gucci [Chorus: Git Fresh] I'm just tryna figure (Figure), why you up in here? Why you up in here? Why you up in here? I'm just tryna figure (Figure, figure), why you up in here? Why you up in here? All up in my grill Why you dancin' on me, steady talkin' to me When you know that you're not gonna give it to me? I'm just tryna figure (Figure, figure), why you up in here? Why you up in here? All up in my grill