Up For Whatever – Nate Good

Yea I’m up, yea I’m up for whaterver
I ain’t looking for a loy just a couple nice things
With a little you queen with them skin tight jeans
And an ice ice cold dronk with my shirt pressed clean

Yea I’m up, yea I’m up, yea I’m up for whatever
Yea I’m up, yea I’m up, yea I’m up for whatever
Yea I’m up, yea I’m up, yea I’m up for whatever
I’m up for whatever
I’m up for whatever

What’s the move dawg, tell me something new dawg
Got this shit on lock, virginia out to utah
Sitting here with blue balls, goals coming soon though
Lining up the cue ball if you only knew though
Fuck what’s popping tonight, let’s get it popping for life
Ya’ll out here dropping a ball
I’m up here dropping a mic
It ain’t the fear of fall
No it’s the thrill of the rise
Shit if were talking inderrated yea I thing it applies

With my back to the wall, kept my eye on yhe prize
Thungs kids are local got me
Feeling like the greatest alive
A bunch of little up and comers out here taking a dive
Yea like what can I do, I hear timbuktoo
Well just remember who you started with
Fuck the yoo
You try to do it how they do it and you can’t stay true
That’s why I’m playing hot potato eith the hot debut

Yea I’m up, yea I’m up for whaterver
I ain’t looking for a loy just a couple nice things
With a little you queen with them skin tight jeans
And an ice ice cold dronk with my shirt pressed clean

Yea I’m up, yea I’m up, yea I’m up for whatever
Yea I’m up, yea I’m up, yea I’m up for whatever
Yea I’m up, yea I’m up, yea I’m up for whatever
I’m up for whatever
I’m up for whatever

Yea I like my drinkk strong, I like my money long
I like my record hot enough to turn the summer on
I like a litlle piece of paper with your number on it
I like asses big enough to put a hundred on ot
I like the fact that you a bigger
Pictures bigger than money and bitches
A milion listens and the team in a better position
So I know everyone feeds off the fruits of my labor
I do it major before I’m ever in need of a label
A struggle in erfect harmony some beautiful shit
Late bloomer it so happened that I grew in the mix
The devil on my shoulder
Told me what you do to get rich
The angel on my shoulder told me stay true and to live
I dove up in it feer first, I did a little research
Probably a little to much
But through the trial and error
I founf some youngins that were missing
Something needed me there

Yea I’m up, yea I’m up for whaterver
I ain’t looking for a loy just a couple nice things
With a little you queen with them skin tight jeans
And an ice ice cold dronk with my shirt pressed clean

Yea I’m up, yea I’m up, yea I’m up for whatever
Yea I’m up, yea I’m up, yea I’m up for whatever
Yea I’m up, yea I’m up, yea I’m up for whatever
I’m up for whatever
I’m up for whatever

Looking for a real one, please on plastic
Wake up in morning, and she look fantastic
Ass look 28, face on 22, rode on 24s
Tell me what you gonna do
Lighting up the summer
It’s bout to be a hot one
Record after record, pump pumping like a shotgun
Hit me with a mic check, miss me with the fake shit
Let me leet the beat drop
Then I let the bass kick

Yea I’m up, yea I’m up for whaterver
I ain’t looking for a loy just a couple nice things
With a little you queen with them skin tight jeans
And an ice ice cold dronk with my shirt pressed clean

Yea I’m up, yea I’m up, yea I’m up for whatever
Yea I’m up, yea I’m up, yea I’m up for whatever
Yea I’m up, yea I’m up, yea I’m up for whatever
I’m up for whatever
I’m up for whatever