Flo Rida – Why You Up In Here (Instrumental) (Prod. By Knobody)

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Flo Rida!
Gucci!
Brr!

[Verse 1: Flo Rida]
I done bought all this Ciroc
Now lil’ mama on my jock
Staring at me up and down like when my Roley’s six 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
[Chorus: Git Fresh & Ludacris]
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

[Verse 2: Ludacris]
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
‘Cause 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 ’cause 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
[Chorus: Git Fresh & Gucci Mane]
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

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
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!
[Chorus: Git Fresh]
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