(Trick Daddy)
We gon’ let the band deal wit’ this
Ha ha uh
MIA Style ha
Old School
Uh huh
Okay Shut Up
(Trick Daddy)
Chorus
Ah ha Okay
What’s Up Shut Up
Ah ha Okay
What’s Up Shut Up
Ah ha Okay
What’s Up Shut Up
Ah ha Okay
What’s Up Shut Up
(Trick Daddy)
Ridin’ ’round in my brand new ’99 4 do’ Volvo
I got a pocket full of B’s cocoa weed and ain’t got no place to go tho’
But all my Boca Boys they know though, that’s fo’ sho’ though
(Are those Bugle Boy jeans you’re wearing?) Hell nah ho you know they Polo
I been used again, choosed again
This time been wrong to chop somethin’ dumped by one of my union friends
Soon as they seen the Benz, hatin’ season was in
Hell cause they figured me for not understandin’ their reason being
But I’m the man for this
While y’all was doin’ fine I was doin’ time just, prayin’ for this
Locked up, make a plan for this
Without all that fancy shit
Way too advanced for this
Just Polo socks, tanks tops and drawers up under my pants and shit
Shut Up
-Chorus-
Ah ha, Okay
What’s Up, Shut Up
Ah ha, Okay
What’s Up, Shut Up
Ah ha, Okay
What’s Up, Shut Up
Ah ha, Okay
What’s Up, Shut Up
(Trina)
Okay who’s the baddest bitch
I been real, been rich, bee don’ had this shit
Big Benz, big house and shit
That’s right, okay I been down with Trick
Okay it make sense to me
Cause if your money ain’t right you stick it French to me
Miss Trina don’t play wit’ me
Or you can say Miss Big, it’s okay wit’ me
You need a grand just to speak to me
Okay, are you sure you wanna sleep wit’ me
Okay, you better be fo’ sho’
Cause I don’ left niggaz like you stuck befo’
Okay, you can ball wit’ me
Okay, since you got a hot knot spend it all wit’ me
Okay, y’all know what’s up
Okay, uh huh, I ride, Shut Up
-Chorus-
Ah ha, Okay
What’s Up, Shut Up
Ah ha, Okay
What’s Up, Shut Up
Ah ha, Okay
What’s Up, Shut Up
Ah ha, Okay
What’s Up, Shut Up
(Co.)