Whip it Up - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Pyro Methane]

Yo, I be mobbed out, like its 96', old school impala with the bricks

Or should a motherfucker pull up in a brinks trucks

Young killa Cam, y'all sitting ducks

P-prolly fucked, I'm molly'd up

On the right day catch me purple leaned up

Screwed double cupped

Y'all be talking bout this money like y'all getting bucks

Fuck is up, pussy, give a nigga no conversation

Unless its bout that compensation

Blunts rolled on these Ronald Reagan's

Pyramids on green counting Benja-Franklins

Fuck a 9 to 5 trapping be my occupation

Who these niggas think they really fooling with the hating

I be living like Meagan, Tony said that this world is for the taking

Whip it up, egg white, man I keep it clean

They be hating on my shine, hating on my team

All my dimes flawless, Flawless full of greed

Cash rules everything around me, Yeah

Around me, Yeah

Cash rules everything around me, Yeah

I'm looking at this ho like Got-damn man, (Got-Damn, man)

She got a man but I'm the Got-damn man, (Damn, man)

Cool, but they don't it though, (get it though)

I turn up the speakers then kick back and blow some dough (blow some dough)

Yeah, okay now I'm focused nigga

You should take a notice nigga

Just in case you ain't notice nigga

I'm so sick, (so sick)

Tie your shorty up,(shorty up)

Pyro my brother, stick your whole clique up,(BOOM)

Give all of your shit up, and don't get shit mixed up

I'm painting the perfect picture frame don't even get delivered

The sickness is evident, CSI intelligence

Made your bitch a recipient, and bring her to the fellowship

Whip it up, Whip it up