What's Goin On - Dave East, 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

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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

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