Dave East – What's Goin On lyrics

[Intro]
Yo, you know that bitch?
Come on, son, you know I know this bitch
You know that bitch
We used to see her at the store every mornin', the 2-4

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Exactly
I used to fuck her sister but you ain't know that though

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[Verse 1: Dave East]
Uh, acknowledge I'm sent
Christian Dior probably my scent
5% tint, that money dirty. Gotta get rinsed
I'm probably in Philly, Auntie block, high, eatin' fish
Diamond to my wrist
Better than the block pumpin', tryna get rent
Not in my circle then you tryna get spent
Just tryna get rich
Pull up knockin' Gladys on niggas
The way we livin' might embarrass you niggas
Might fade to black on you niggas
Depressed faces, they sad, mad that I actually did it
The homie died, I went and tatted my nigga
Pinky ringin', me and four ladies at brunch
Got attitudes like they came on the bus, can't make this up
Cigar smoke lingerin', this gun on me large, it's not medium
Just off them papers, he smokin' weed again
Like they was callin' me bro
Catch a shot over that Nautica bullet
I'm a wolf, never call me the goat
They all wanna know

[Chorus]
Betcha don't know what's goin' on (What's goin' on)
The streets don't love you like I do
Betcha don't know what's goin' on (What's goin' on)
The streets don't love you like I do
Ooh, ooh, ooh, oooh
Ooh, oooh
Y'all don't even know
Betcha don't know

[Verse 2: Fabolous]
Yeah, my side different
They callin' us when the vibe driftin'
We the wave that got the tides shiftin'
I move weight, never tried liftin'
Never leave it, gotta ride with 'em
You nosey niggas probably tried sniffin'
Real tissues, the bros is wipin' nose
Makin' friends with the money expose all type of foes
I be super fly, these hoes just wipe my clothes
She's a easy target, you 'posed to snipe at those
In the Rolls doin' 60, bumpin' that Nipsey
Shorty with my kind of tiny, one drink and she tipsy
Always think she know somethin', be callin' her gypsy
Told her, "Believe it or not," she callin' me Ripley
Aliens, yeah, the head outta this world
Took you to the Prada store 'cause I'm proud of you, girl
Betcha don't know, probably 'cause it's too slept on
This that dope that make the block get they two-step on
You'll catch on

[Chorus]
Betcha don't know what's goin' on (What's goin' on)
The streets don't love you like I do
Betcha don't know what's goin' on (What's goin' on)
The streets don't love you like I do
Ooh, ooh, ooh, oooh
Ooh, oooh