Why You Up in Here

Flo Rida!

Gucci!

Bird!






I done bought all this Ciroc

Now lil' mama on my jock

Staring at me up and down like when my Roley's 6 o'clock

Now you know you better stop

You done heard about my squad

I am G po boy

You either (uhh) or you not

(Hold up, shawty)

Wait a minute, shawty, why you came

Who you know and who the hell told you to come?

All up in the middle with the business unofficial

When I can't stand a chick tryna spoil my fun

Lookin' for a dude to rip you off some funds

I don't need a chick tryna throw my 1's

"Let me look rich, I wanna have his son"

I sip Pérignon but do I look dumb?

Get a job, tryna turn my knob

And if the door open up, make sure you slob

My boys they know we buy the bar

Sit back, blow smoke from a Cuban cigar

What's your mission?

Looks suspicious

I don't get it

No permission

Back no interest

What's the business?

Shawty, listen






I'm just tryna figure (figure)

Why you up in here? Why you up in here?

Why you up in here?

I'm just tryna figure (figure figure)

Why you up in here? Why you up in here?

All up in my grill

Why you dancin' on me

Steady talkin' to me

When you know that you're not gonna give it to me?

I'm just tryna figure (figure, figure)

Why you up in here? Why you up in here?

Watchin' you doin' up in here, man?

Get your ass on

All up in my grill






Now I ain't got no time for silly games

Got no time for silly notions

But get smacked silly for playin' with my emotions

You figured you lead me on

But bitch, you led me out the door

Now let me lead you with a song

It go like "D, you's a hoe"

Drunk up all my Cointreau

Ain't even leave me with a glass

So cough up my whole bottle

Or I'ma take out your ass

Cuz you don't wanna see me angry (nope)

You don't like me when i'm angry (nope)

Live like Jackson 5

But get greezy like Jermaine

Be dangerous like Michael

So Tito pass the tissues

Don't test me cuz I keep a clipper number 2 pistols

And you will be erased

Outta sight and outta mind

So get the fuck on

Or my girls will wipe the floor with your behind






I'm just tryna figure (figure)

Why you up in here? Why you up in here?

Why you up in here?

I'm just tryna figure (figure figure)

Why you up in here? Why you up in here?

All up in my grill

Why you dancin' on me

Steady talkin' to me

When you know that you're not gonna give it to me?

I'm just tryna figure (figure, figure)

Why you up in here? Why you up in here?

Flo Rida! Gucci!

All up in my grill






All the 4's on my Maserati, whoa kemosabe

I should be a wine taster, bottle poppin' is my hobby

I should be a food critic, all the restaurants I dine in

A quarter million dollars gone, I only got one diamond (damn!)

I'm just tryna figure

How you think you teasin' a nigga

On some


Rock so much ice that'll make ya shiver

M.I.A. to East Atlanta

Big ups if you make the scrilla

I'm too official like I'm Referee Wilson

Referee, bitch, back in Y.A. killed 'em

Gorgeous chica speakin' with a loaded smile

Bad attitude but a song tied

I ain't even hit her like one time

But that could've been a fun time

Could be the back then brought her back

But can't keep it here, you can have her back

I am stable, I am grateful

I ain't faithful, but fuck that

Gucci!






I'm just tryna figure (figure)

Why you up in here? Why you up in here?

Why you up in here?

I'm just tryna figure (figure figure)

Why you up in here? Why you up in here?

All up in my grill

Why you dancin' on me

Steady talkin' to me

When you know that you're not gonna give it to me?

I'm just tryna figure (figure, figure)

Why you up in here? Why you up in here?

All up in my grill