What's Goin On (feat. Fabolous)

Yo, you know that bitch? Come on, son, you know I know this bitch You know that bitch We used to see her at the store every mornin', the 2-4 Crescent? Exactly, I used to fuck her sister but you ain't know that though We gon' do tellys upstairs with Judy Upstairs with Judy! Got 'em Uh, acknowledge I'm sent Christian Dior probably my scent (Dior) Five percent tint, that money dirty, gotta get rinsed I'm probably in Philly, Auntie block, high, eatin' fish (Down Dauphin) Diamond my wrist, better than the block pumpin', tryna get rent Not in my circle? Then you tryna get spent (Spend up) We're tryna get rich Pull up knockin' Gladys on niggas The way we livin' might embarrass you niggas Might fade to black on you niggas Depressed faces, they sad, mad I actually did it (Sad) The homie died, I went and tatted my nigga (Freak) Pinky ringin', me and four ladies at brunch Got attitudes like they came on the bus, can't make this up Cigar smoke lingerin', this gun on me large, it's not medium (Large) Just got off them papers, he smokin' weed again They was callin' me bro, catch a shot over that Nautica boat I'm a wolf, never call me the goat (Never) They all wanna know Betcha don't know what's goin' on (What's goin' on) The streets don't love you like I do Betcha don't know what's goin' on (What's goin' on) The streets don't love you like I do Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh Y'all don't even know Betcha don't know Yeah, my side different They callin' us when the vibe driftin' We the wave that got the tides shiftin' I move weight, never tried liftin' Never leave it, gotta ride with 'em You nosey niggas probably tried sniffin' Real tissue, the bros will wipe your nose Makin' friends with the money expose all type of foes I be super fly, these hoes just wipe my clothes She's a easy target, you 'posed to snipe at those In the Rolls doin' 60, bumpin' that Nipsey Shorty with me kind of tiny, one drink and she tipsy Always think she know somethin', be callin' her gypsy Told her, "Believe it or not," she callin' me Ripley Aliens, yeah, the head outta this world Took you to the Prada store, 'cause I'm proud of you, girl Betcha don't know, probably 'cause it's too slept on This that dope that make the block get they two-step on You'll catch on Betcha don't know what's goin' on (What's goin' on) The streets don't love you like I do Betcha don't know what's goin' on (What's goin' on) The streets don't love you like I do Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh