Lyrics: Rich Kidz
Music: Rich Kidz
What's up?(Wa!Wa!)
What's up?(Wa! Wa!)
What's up?
(Rich Kids)
What's up?
(Skoolboi)
What's up?
(Baby Charles)
What's up?
(My nigga Kaelub)
What's up?
What's up?
(My nigga Shad)
We hit the mall and ball all day (What's up?)
Lames on stall and we ball when we play (What's up?)
A bitch nigga (What's up?), my swag at a milli (What's up?)
My pants cost a stack, I threw my tag at the celling, ayy
We hit the mall and ball all day (What's up?)
Lames on stall and we ball when we play (What's up?)
A bitch nigga (What's up?), my swag at a milli (What's up?)
My pants cost a stack, I threw my tag at the celling, ayy
How you do it like dat skoolboi I be ballin
Gwapaholic, shopaholic, all at lenox mall and
Pradas on my feet true sagg money tall
Girls steady callin producers say I'm stallin
Say I need to hit the booth and start breakin down the walls an
Savein up for shawty about 340
I ain't spent a band so I ain't near done ballin
Hold on baby pardon me rocks standin hardenly
Introduced her to my class now she goin gnarly
She like my bandana polo tropicana
Diamonds kinda fanta earring flip the channel
Trash bag full of money shawty call me Santa
I'ma blow the rest of it, who gone be the tester
10 stacks no lesser, I'm a big flexer
And yea dat how my wrist did
I'm posted up swagged up chillin with my rich kids
We hit the mall and ball all day (What's up?)
Lames on stall and we ball when we play (What's up?)
A bitch nigga (What's up?), my swag at a milli (What's up?)
My pants cost a stack, I threw my tag at the celling, ayy
We hit the mall and ball all day (What's up?)
Lames on stall and we ball when we play (What's up?)
A bitch nigga (What's up?), my swag at a milli (What's up?)
My pants cost a stack, I threw my tag at the celling, ayy
We big kickin my swagg at a milli
My swagg threw the roof rite now so bust it threw the cellin (I'm outta here)
And ugh big banks my bank account is silly
My bank account is silly cus it dunn hit a milli
And 26 stack on my rubber band ties
Dats 28 inches how I'm sittin so high
In da coopish I be foolish I be ridin 8
I'm ****in baller baby whole team pigeon fly, ayy
Rockstar swag got da hoes sayin gnarly (Gnarly)
Big bankrolls goin to the trap parties
**** the cars, grab the Harley, my swag so retarded
Futuristic kush make the hoes think I farted (Oops)
You say you do it big but the kids do it larger
And ya'll second string, my whole clique team started
My money's on earth but my swag way farther
My stupid fruity swagg make the kids go harder
We hit the mall and ball all day (What's up?)
Lames on stall and we ball when we play (What's up?)
A bitch nigga (What's up?), my swag at a milli (What's up?)
My pants cost a stack, I threw my tag at the celling, ayy
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