Bugatti Beez - Wa**up lyrics

[Verse 1: Futuristic] Up, down, right, left, goddamn I be rollin' on them, you would think I had a cheat code So I been poppin' for a year now, better watch out, I'm about to enter beast mode Hit 'em with the sheesh flow, flyer than a superhero And my pockets on Cee Lo (I want a zillion dollars) like Dr Evil Ride up to the city in a custom whip with a custom b**h, I mean her titties fake I hit it dank, send her on her way, then get the next one like Elimidate You can't imitate me, can't nobody intimidate me With all this fire I've been spittin', I see 'em disintegratin' (goddam) Hit the bottle, I'm drunk as sh**, hit the joint then I'm high off tree Walkin' 'round with a angel girl, she drink Red Bull and vodka, it give you wings I'm in Canada pullin' all the tings, a ventriloquist, pull all the strings A vegetarian, I need all the green, I'm sh**tin' on 'em, need all the beans They know who the f** I be (who you be?) How could you forget this guy? F—U—T—U—R—I—S—T—I—C, spell it out like 2005 I'm like move b**h, I'm Ludacris, watch out lil ho, I'm 2 Chainz Runnin' 'round all crossfaded with a white girl that got a mood ring like "Move" [Pre-Hook: Futuristic] Give me some room, I'm tryna get by Oh damn, who got that loud? I'm tryna get high Hol' up Hol' up, who got that drink? I'm tryna get drunk Where the hoes at? I'm tryna f** [Hook: Futuristic] Wa**up? I'm tryna get by, I'm tryna get drunk Wa**up? I'm tryna get high, I'm tryna f** Wa**up? I'm tryna get by, I'm tryna get drunk Wa**up? I'm tryna get high, I'm tryna f** [Verse 2: BEEZ] Left, down, right, up, walk up in this b**h and make the motherf**a light up If you ain't talkin' money what the f** you doin' callin' me, don't try to f**in' line up I feel like the man of the hour, I feel like the man of the year I feel like puttin' my top in the trunk, if I press a bu*ton my sh** gon' disappear If I see a baddie I'ma tell her come here, she gon' get inside cause I'm me Young B double E—Z, y'all don't really, y'all don't really, y'all don't really want it with me On the G—R—I—N—D got so many hoes that I'm a maf**in' P—I—M—P Higher than a B-L-I-M-P right now, I'm where you need to be right now Back up in this b**h, I told these hoes that they gotta get out if ain't throwin' back up in this b**h There's so many I'ma need backup in this b**h, damn, told em' to say what they wanted Told 'em that this was they needed I sheeted, delete it, then I repeat it, repeat it Take a day off and repeat it, I mean it, I'm ill n***a I ain't got no chill, n***a all I know is keepin' real I don't really focus on the bad, I don't really focus on the shawty if the shawty ain't bad Girls call me daddy not dad, yeah, man they know what it is, they know what it is f** what it ain't, you wanna be better, you can't, if you come at me with hate I'ma tell your a** "Move" [Pre-Hook: Futuristic] Give me some room, I'm tryna get by Oh damn, who got that loud? I'm tryna get high Hol' up Hol' up, who got that drink? I'm tryna get drunk Where the hoes at? I'm tryna f** [Hook: Futuristic] Wa**up? I'm tryna get by, I'm tryna get drunk Wa**up? I'm tryna get high, I'm tryna f** Wa**up? I'm tryna get by, I'm tryna get drunk Wa**up? I'm tryna get high, I'm tryna f**