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