[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?