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Description
Producer: J.R. Rotem
Producer: Ciara
Producer: Courtlin Jabrae
Producer: Andy D. Park
Engineer: Andy D. Park
Mixer: Jaycen Joshua
Mixer: Mike Seaberg
Engineer: Rene “Dez Buddha” Desrivieres
Mixer: Jacob Richards
Masterer: Jaycen Joshua
Mixer: Chris Bhikoo
Producer: Black Man Chant
Composer: Jonathan Rotem
Composer: Ciara
Composer: Trevor George Smith Jr.
Composer: Courtlin Jabrae
Composer: Andre Clark
Composer: Andre Clarke
Lyrics and translation
Original
What's up? What's happening? What's up?
-What's happening? -J-J-J-J-J-JR.
I'm so froze like a Popsicle, but I'm hot when I walk through the club.
I'm so, I'm so fresh, so clean like three stacks and Big Boi.
Shawty beam me up, bigger than trip off fluff.
I don't care about that yip, that yap, that talk, 'cause they know -what's up. What's up? -What's up? What's up? What's up?
-What's happening? What's up?
-What's -up? What's up? What's up? -What's happening? Oh. I'm so froze like a
Popsicle, but I'm hot when I walk through the club.
I don't care about that yip, that yap, that talk, 'cause they know what's up.
Spicy, spicy, he call me a hot tamale. She's so thicky, he be trippin' off that body.
Chop it, chop it, chop it, chop it like karate. And I'm paid up is why she be so gawkie.
I do what I want, ain't worried 'bout no hater.
Monday all the way to Sunday, 'bout that paper.
On my own like that, yeah, home grown like that.
All around the world, they be showin' love, and I give love right back. I'm so froze like a Popsicle, but I'm hot when I walk through the club.
I'm so, I'm so fresh, so clean like three stacks and Big Boi.
Shawty beam me up, bigger than trip off fluff.
I don't care about that yip, that yap, that talk, -'cause they know what's up. What's up? -What's up?
What's -up? What's up? -What's happening? What's up?
-What's up? What's up? What's up? -What's happening? Oh. I'm so froze like a
Popsicle, but I'm hot when I walk through the club.
I don't care about that yip, that yap, that talk, 'cause they know what's up.
Well, it's the god of the flow.
I'm making sure you really know that it's the god of the mic.
Every single time they type it in the caption, I'm the nicest in this motherfucker. Do I need to shed a little light?
See, see, see, when I'm in the club, don't front, no matter how you wanna huff, you don't really wanna fight.
Oh, nah. Every diamond on me shining and we sparkling up every room.
You jealous little parasite. Jealous little parasite. Bust rhymes into your ear, little nigga.
Cock back. Push a cannon if you like. If you like. Ooh.
Put your drink up in the air like we celebrating life. Celebrating life. Yeah.
You give a fuck about the haters, we ain't dealing with the stripes 'cause we living, nigga.
Everybody go and get a bottle.
If you want C, we done bought the bar, don't worry about the -price. That's right. -I-I-I-I'm so froze like a Popsicle, but
I'm hot when I walk through the club.
I'm so, I'm so fresh, so clean like three stacks and Big Boi. Shawty beam me up, bigger than trip off fluff.
I don't care about that yip, that yap, that talk, 'cause they know what's up. What's up?
What's up? What's up? What's up?
-What's happening? What's up? -What's up? What's up? What's up?
What's happening? Oh.
I'm so froze like a Popsicle, but I'm hot when I walk through the club.
I don't care about that yip, that yap, that talk, 'cause they know what's up.