Young George - What You Got? lyrics

Verse 1: Tell me how you love it Tell me that the beats are bumping I used to call her pumpkin Now she's touching on my brother Whatever, I'm onto better Go through girls like Robert Redford A plethora of pleasures You'd think I'd found hidden treasure You thought I'd settle for seconds? I'm looking for golden medals Been smoking gra** by the meadow Dealer don't need other customers You're real - I probably f**s with ya I'm not a, not a hustla I'll probably just out-hustle ya Keep quiet like a muffler You brag - the cops are cuffing ya Throw 'em up like they couldn't stomach ya I'm running through Every hoe that you wanna know Knocking 'em down like dominoes Running fingers all through my flow It's so f**ing funny I judge every one that loves me Cause I think I'm disgusting Like "babygirl, raise your standards" I tell 'em I chill with Vero They wanna pull out their cameras Bananas, I swear they're crazy We drive 'em like Mrs. Daisy In the Mercedes it's hazy Cause we're blazing like Jamaicans Hook: Oh you want a shot? What you got for me? Girl make it drop Like you're never gonna stop Let me see you hit the bottom Bring it back up top Oh you want a drink? Well, what you think of me? Girl make it bend Like it's never gonna end Let me see you wiggle with it Again, again, and again Verse 2: Alright, yeah yeah Another stupid party song But you thank me when it comes on And the party turns to Mardi Gras The girls start to throw their bras You funnel a couple You're thinking of doing things That'll get you in trouble But don't pop the bubble Might have to agree to cuddle Whatever I gotta do To get a little cudder I'm sorry, I hope my mother Never chooses to hear this I gotta talk this on records To keep up with appearances I'm hearing that their cheering has been getting a little louder The whispers turned into chatter The static turned into laughter The doubters turned into addicts I'm overly dramatic But we buy entire buildings and you're renting out an attic? Hey, congratulations You made it out the basement We made it in rotation On every f**ing station On every f**ing playlist Our sh** is what they're playing They ask me if I'm paying And this is what we're saying Hook: Oh you want a shot? What you got for me? Girl make it drop Like you're never gonna stop Let me see you hit the bottom Bring it back up top Oh you want a drink? Well, what you think of me? Girl make it bend Like it's never gonna end Let me see you wiggle with it Again, again, and again Verse 3: I take 'em back Like they're reminiscing I pitch, I hit it Babe Ruth of swinging I'm drinking gin While she's rolling swishers She might get the invite to Thanksgiving Just kidding, I can't commit I'm just living, I don't plan it It's a dope planet And I don't know sh** So Imma have a little fun Make the most of it Getting kinda tipsy Yeah the wine it finally hit me 100 biddies looking pretty Since they heard that you weren't with me 100 of 'em wishing "pick me" Well maybe I should just do it I like her resume, I wanna see her interview it I could pursue it but I like meeting by chance If I plan out what I say to you I got the upper hand And I want a level playing field Just say it's real We could skate from here I wanna know the way you feel Hook: Oh you want a shot? What you got for me? Girl make it drop Like you're never gonna stop Let me see you hit the bottom Bring it back up top Oh you want a drink? Well, what you think of me? Girl make it bend Like it's never gonna end Let me see you wiggle with it Again, again, and again