More songs by Lola Brooke
Description
Loud confidence, underpinned by bass and self-respect to a shine. The words seem to defy gravity - heavy, but flying easily, like money from someone else's hands. There are no complaints or excuses here: just a statement of fact at the level of “don't touch - you'll get burned.” Let the world make noise, count, compare, but inside, everything is calm and “under control.” A little bit of anger, a little bit of glamour, and a ton of weary superiority. A sound in which even a pause sounds like a blow to glass with the inscription “don't touch.”
Lyrics and translation
Original
Try something better else to do.
What's up with it?
Grr, uh, uh, uh, uh.
Gotta be outta they mind for thinking I don't get a check.
Put my life on the line for these bitches, now all of a sudden they get.
They saying that Lola ain't next. They gotta be smoking on meds.
Gotta be snorting the coke or some strong shit to say I ain't the best. He need to pick me up.
Run to the door, who they going to callie to lick me up? Bitches know I run the city, yo.
Smaller pussy, but they big me up. She get sticky like Velcro. Elmo the color that bitch's spread.
Won't say a word to the feds. Low-key facts that she don't get fed. What's up with it?
Been getting so much money, your bitch fell in love with it.
The capture's always got a sub in it, but they bank account ain't got enough in it.
How the fuck is you worried about me when the car that you pushing is always on E?
How the fuck is you worried about me when there's plenty of money that's from the streets? Uh.
Not the type to be begging these niggas for burgers and handouts.
I'm the type to tell niggas to get out and go to your man's house. Bitches is fanned out.
Never the type to be rent out. Queen of the trenches, I'm realer than niggas.
It's safe to say Lola the man now. What's up with it?
Been getting so much money, your bitch fell in love with it.
The capture's always got a sub in it, but they bank account ain't got enough in it. What's up with it? Taunt hate in they heart, ain't got love in it.
What's up with it? Keep it a hundred, ain't no dubs in it. What's up with it?
Been getting so much money, your bitch fell in love with it.
The capture's always got a sub in it, but they bank account ain't got enough in it. What's up with it?
What's up with it?
What's up with it? What's up with it?
You ain't got nothing better else to do than talk about me?
Wish I waste my time on you bitches, that shit OD.
Get checks right when I sleep. You don't ain't mine, nor a damn we.
Hoes can't afford to get no sleep, gotta worry about bruises on they knees.
The hundred K, I done blew it.
To fuck with me, you stupid. No condos or car do it.
Go back broke, why would I do it? If you love your life, don't lose it. Hitters gonna turn your guts into mucus.
What's up with it? Been getting so much money, your bitch fell in love with it.
The capture's always got a sub in it, but they bank account ain't got enough in it.
What's up with it? Taunt hate in they heart, ain't got love in it.
What's up with it? Keep it a hundred, ain't no dubs in it. What's up with it?
Been getting so much money, your bitch fell in love with it.
The capture's always got a sub in it, but they bank account ain't got enough in it. What's up with it? What's up with it?
What's up with it?
What's up with it?