Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song That What's Up, artist - Big Tuck
Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
That What's Up |
I got my locs on, even when it’s dark I ain’t playing |
Sitting on a hundred spokes, from all this money I be making |
That’s what’s up, (that's what’s up-that's what’s up-that's what’s up) |
That’s what’s up, (that's what’s up-that's what’s up-that's what’s up) |
So much ice on my wrist, but my necklace stay stunning |
Don’t talk to me nigga, if it ain’t about money |
That’s what’s up, (that's what’s up-that's what’s up-that's what’s up) |
That’s what’s up, (that's what’s up-that's what’s up-that's what’s up) |
Fresh off the lot, the Bentley Azur |
Blue and yellow’s on the piece, look like they going to war |
My shoe game real, it’s like I’m skating the floor |
The chicks adore, the house built on the shore |
Big Tuck in the building, the chillest nigga in town |
When it come to my paper, ain’t no kidding around |
DSR is the click, we holding it down |
You were stunting in that Benz, till I pulled the Phantom around |
Spent a grip on the necklace, won’t speak on the teeth |
But the top banana, bottom blueberry and peach |
So many stones in the mouth, it impaired my speech |
Shining so hard, I’m not allowed on the beach |
26 oor 28's, the only way that I skate |
Ride heavy in the game, I got the Cheve in shape |
The man with the cheddar, dividing the cake |
Take a plane to Aruba, and go surf in the lake |
A lot of y’all don’t know me, but a lot of you do Bought a plane from Diddy, and sprayed it cancun blue |
The car you driving, I bought six for the crew |
Check the seven point one, I got the signature too |
I feel it ain’t right, to be rich like this |
Got a pond in the kitchen, with the tropical fish |
VVS on the chest, leave a marvelous gliss |
The '76 Chavelle, with the Lambo kit |
Bought some land in Miami, without touching the stash |
The glare from the watch, will cause a pilot to crash |
The paint job sick, I got it wet as a bath |
Get a whiff of this starter dro, puff it and pass |
Got my locs on pimping, if it’s sunny and not |
Turning corners in a Phantom, Hugh Hef’ain’t got |
The Big T you see paid, I’m way too hot |
If you ain’t talking bout money, what you talking about |
I got my locs on, and I'm shined up G4 plane, better go on get your grind up Fall to club, Lamborginis all lined up In a world of our own, lil'mama don't mind us It's me the hook, |
the cross the jab |
Big Tuck’s the chemist, and the booth’s the lab |
Pimping the mic, it’s the gift of gab |
I’m the man of the hour, I got loot to grab |