What's Up Songtext
von Curren$y
What's Up Songtext
I just want to let you know you′re beautiful
From head to toe
So can I talk to you real quick
Trick what, lace who, that ain't what $pitta do
Smoke you out, though your lil chucks will feel like space boots
I′m in that space coupe when I race through
I know after the club that they chase you
You, you 'bout your hustle I relate to you
Roll up, wash that stage off, blaze a few
Get cut, fold up like paper do
Major move, no time to play with you (not at all)
Slay with you boo but I can't lay with you
I see why dudes be tryna stay with you
I see why other bitches hate on you
Why they make that paper rain on you
What else it do?
What′s up, what′s up, drop it low
I can see you get it (get it)
Strictly 'bout your business (business)
Good head on your shoulders
That′s a sign that you in it
You do it for the love like you play the game of tennis
You a blessing, you a gift
You would've thought that it was Christmas
All that money you gon earn it (earn it)
Damn girl you so special (special)
Body of a goddess, like an angel came and dressed you (amen)
You got all the answers
Ain′t no need to test you
Worried 'bout your ex-man
Why you let him stress you?
You deserve better
Can′t say that it's me though
I ain't tryna full court trap, but I got D though
Tell how you want it (want it)
I′ll give it to you better (better)
I see you a rider, and down for whatever
What′s up?
What's up, what′s up, drop it low
From head to toe
So can I talk to you real quick
Trick what, lace who, that ain't what $pitta do
Smoke you out, though your lil chucks will feel like space boots
I′m in that space coupe when I race through
I know after the club that they chase you
You, you 'bout your hustle I relate to you
Roll up, wash that stage off, blaze a few
Get cut, fold up like paper do
Major move, no time to play with you (not at all)
Slay with you boo but I can't lay with you
I see why dudes be tryna stay with you
I see why other bitches hate on you
Why they make that paper rain on you
What else it do?
What′s up, what′s up, drop it low
I can see you get it (get it)
Strictly 'bout your business (business)
Good head on your shoulders
That′s a sign that you in it
You do it for the love like you play the game of tennis
You a blessing, you a gift
You would've thought that it was Christmas
All that money you gon earn it (earn it)
Damn girl you so special (special)
Body of a goddess, like an angel came and dressed you (amen)
You got all the answers
Ain′t no need to test you
Worried 'bout your ex-man
Why you let him stress you?
You deserve better
Can′t say that it's me though
I ain't tryna full court trap, but I got D though
Tell how you want it (want it)
I′ll give it to you better (better)
I see you a rider, and down for whatever
What′s up?
What's up, what′s up, drop it low
Writer(s): Shante Franklin, Kristopher Campbell, Miles Franklin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com