[Drake:] High rollers what's up Drink Houston what's up Onyx what's up You does it baby you does it baby Harlem nights what's up Treasures what's up Legends what's up Just love me baby just love me baby Yeeeeeah To all my Houston Texas country muffins Baby let me hit that liquor and that blunt you puffin And after that I'm a throw that fucking young money up And we can both watch and fall like it's bungee jumping Man I'm so high, next time we won't smoke all of that ounce you buy Oooh, I almost forgot to blow them 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 honoray 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
[Pimp C:] Money by the Ton Bricks from Crumbs Millionnaire from nothing Mind on hustlin Pussy's a commodity but dick sell better Em dickies and high shoes to a cashmere sweater Paint that 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 it's Bentely Four Doors with Patron on the Doors Light wood nigga Polo fuck Hilfiger Jammin Slim Thug, Belly fully of drugs Young hard nigga, underdog nigga Yellow Lights on the Masa (maserati) Yellow diamonds on my finger Playing in the car My dick wanna fuck but my pockets say stop [? ] I need some more dough I'm a PIMP for sure
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[Bun B:] Well it's the Trill OG I got the neighbourhood soul Kush is dead I'm getting blowed Riding bangin getting throwed in the candy painted low Chrome grill in front of it Belts on the back of it, my homie 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 don't but it would kill her I just keep on gripping grains dripping 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
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