Like Whaaat (Remix) [feat. Wiz Khalifa, Tyga, Chris Brown & Master P]

Who dat, talkin' bout, who dat? Run up on me, you'll get your ass beat blue black Go on get nerve, I'm off the curb Push mountains herb, you niggas already heard The bro Berg keep a pistol gripped pump on his lap at all times Wherever, however, 'cause young niggas they trying See 'em and be like "huh, nigga, what?" "Huh? Give a fuck like what?" Hell yeah, this the remix, these bitches comin' harder than cement Put the blow to they nose, no Kleenex Shining like the sun, no Phoenix Diamond Lane gang wear it big, no 3X (free Miller) You gangbangin' foolie chucker More niggas still good on the block, Timmy Duncan Knocking niggas out they style like a fucking 50 dumpin' Labels can't advance me, that Cali nigga that got Diddy dancing (Problem!!) I'm just doing my thang, fingers in the sky Banging my gang like uh Go on fall back, cause you don't want no problems like that Cause we gonna be like huh, nigga what Huh, give a fuck, nigga whaat Huh, nigga what Huh, give a fuck, nigga whaat What's smackin 30, under 30 I'm a young rich black man What's happening No it ain't Taylor, less' my hands is in Grands I'mma spend, grams put them in Seen that Bombay, ran from the gin Staying low key, still they know me Smoking OG, and I blow it by the O-Z We faded ho please I'm getting stupid high, me and P-R-O-B My J's super old, Rick Owens, no sleeves We at the after-party, you can bring you own weed And We gon' take shots until someone has to drive us home Come from a place where they do tote that chrome Smile on they face, but ain't nothing a game Stacking that paper, don't get in their way Or Rat-tat-tat I'm just doing my thang, fingers in the sky Banging my gang like uh Go on fall back, cause you don't want no problems like that Cause we gonna be like huh, nigga what Huh, give a fuck, nigga whaat Huh, nigga what Huh, give a fuck, nigga whaat Look, ok it's OHB so nigga, bag bag I got an ounce of that bounce in a Glad bag Molly fucking up my liver, got a bad back And if you trying to fuck with her, I'mma tax that Ass all on the floor, I'm trynna pour it up bitch Lean on my dick so slow it up bitch And the police trynna pull up on the scene Then they ask you what you seen I ain't seen shit A hundred niggas right behind me that's the drum line All you hear is 'blat, blat', hit it one time Fuck a punch line, nigga had bread since the lunch line I can put them soldiers on the front line Open season, just nigga give me the reason To bust, and just let it squeeze and My rope-a-dope is the meanest I box you up in the freezer Comatose, paraplegic I'm dodging the misdemeanors Hoping I don't get subpoenas but I... I'm just doing my thang, fingers in the sky Banging my gang like uh Go on fall back, cause you don't want no problems like that Cause we gonna be like huh, nigga what Huh, give a fuck, nigga whaat Huh, nigga what Huh, give a fuck, nigga whaat Huh? banging out the truck I'm T-Raww, bitch, go on let a nigga fuck Huh? bitch you heard what I said Your bitch is a bird, but I don't give her bread What? Problem pass the weed These niggas claim they ballin' Then why they clothes free? These motherfuckers cheap Like a nose bleed seat You ain't gotta go to Miami Bitch to feel the heat (WOO!) LA, burner to your belly My niggas OGs, keep the burner in the telly Getting head till it ache, that's a motherfucking headache Do this shit tonight, send it straight to felly felly Nigga Why? I'm selling dreams, the money team Niggas spend crack but they ain't got no fiends Got the juice and the cream Wu-Tang, Raheim I'm a motherfucking, money machine nigga I'm just doing my thang, fingers in the sky Banging my gang like uh Go on fall back, cause you don't want no problems like that Cause we gonna be like huh, nigga what Huh, give a fuck, nigga whaat Huh, nigga what Huh, give a fuck, nigga whaat How ya do that there! Probably getting paper But don't fuck with you broke hoes, niggas, or you haters Maaan D. Howard with the motherfucking Lakers I represent the street, No Limit is the label Throw your hoods up, motherfucker where you from? We in this bitch deep And it can get dumb Niggas in the back motherfucker poppin' bottles Chasing bad bitches and them niggas throwing dollars Louis V down from my head to my toes C-Murder in the pen, and that iron getting swole Never gave a fuck 'bout no niggas wanna hate Keep the chopper in the car, case a nigga wanna play She showed me the titties, I call them bitches Dhali I know she a freak, cause she gone off molly Pushing 160 when I'm riding in the go You ain't from round here, nigga better walk slow, or get smoked