text: Whats, whats, whats up?
  Play that trumpet for the real niggas 
  Whats up?
  Play that trumpet for the real niggas
  Yeah, lets do it 
  Yeah, lets, lets do it
  Whats up? 
  Whats up? 
  Whats up?
  Whats up?
  Whats up?
  Whats up?
  Whats up?
  Whats up?
  Uh, Ima make sure they remember me
  Cause I walk around with lot of enemies 
  Ima make sure that they feelin me
  So I walk around with a new lemon squeeze 
  Everybody know I am from outer space 
  So you know that aliens be sendin me 
  Yes, I walk around, pocket got bank account
  If you wanna catch up, need like ten of me
  No, statistically, I cant win every time
  But you know the score prolly like ten to three
  And them three times that I had to take an L
  I remember them boys tried to finish me
  Said we roll a Wood, I roll like fifty Ls
  They say, How you keep all of that energy?
  Cause I cant go back to the hood where them niggas could send at me
  I remember livin right next to my enemy 
  Now I got too much money, I could blow up your whole vicinity 
  Gettin too much money, I can build me a new facility 
  I fuck her three times, so I call that girl, um, a trinity 
  Uh, and no time, I would never ever let em sentence me 
  And in no time, gotta duck off cause these niggas would love killin me 
  Whats up? 
  Dont deal with the lies and the frauds 
  Thats why I dont get involved
  Whats up? 
  Whats up? 
  Whats up?
  Whats up? 
  Whats up?
  Whats up? 
  Whats up?
  Whats up?
  Uh, Ima make sure they remember me
  Cause I walk around with lot of enemies 
  Ima make sure that they feelin me
  So I walk around with a new lemon squeeze 
  Everybody know I am from outer space
  So you know that aliens be sendin me 
  Yes, I walk around, pocket got bank account
  If you wanna catch up, need like ten of me
  Everybody know I come from outer space
  I got racks on me, you do not wanna race
  I got enemies so niggas gonna hate
  Keep that semi on me, get you out my way
  Hit a new mistress every day
  Got the new bitch, get on the cake
  Got that lemon squeeze for the trigger play
  Got some red toes, she on the way
  I got Koreans, F&Ns
  Rose gold diamonds same color Hen
  Cops tryna arrest me, Im gone in the wind
  You cannot catch me or none of my friends
  You know that Richard Mille cost me a Benz
  You know we get it poppin on my end
  You see these blue face Benjamins
  See the way these diamonds sittin off the lens
  You know we comin in number one
  You know we gon kill the whole summer too
  You know Im blowin up like an atomic bomb
  You know it aint nothin to do
  And Im steppin, Im steppin in one-of-ones
  Margielas got me walkin on the moon
  All this money got me like Im on shrooms
  Drankin yellow, feelin like a tycoon
  Whats up?
  Whats up? 
  Whats up? 
  Whats up?
  Whats up? 
  Whats up? 
  Whats up?
  Whats up?
  Uh, Ima make sure they remember me
  Cause I walk around with lot of enemies 
  Ima make sure that they feelin me
  So I walk around with a new lemon squeeze 
  Everybody know I am from outer space
  So you know that aliens be sendin me 
  Yes, I walk around, pocket got bank account
  If you wanna catch up, need like ten of me