We In This Bitch (feat. Young Jeezy, T.I., Ludacris & Future)
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We got money in our pocket, and whatever you're sipping on
Red-bottom limping around this bitch, what the fuck you tripping on?
Twenty goons, they in this bitch, you better check your tone
And they gon' put you back in place if you do something wrong
We in this bitch (we in this bitch), yeah we in this bitch (yeah)
We got a section full of girls and they barely speak any English
Let's toast it up to that life and I mean it
We in this bitch, we in this ho
I got the .40 on me now, I'm worse than Plaxico
Shout to Gangsta Gibbs, he the next to blow
You should see my gangster grill, I light the shit from blow
Snow ya car transforming, is it a transformer?
You ever cook the whole thing on a George Foreman?
What about a nine on the gas grill?
Four-fifty for the zip, paid my gas bill
So many horses in the 'rari, park it in the barn
Took the ice up out my cup and put it in my charm
And this bad bitch with me from another planet
Stay on the satellite phone, man, I can't stand it
Hey baby girl, hang the phone up
No talking with your mouth full, you's a grown-up
What the fuck? Who the hell?
Flashback in this bitch, thought I seen a scale
We got money in our pocket, and whatever you're sipping on
Red-bottom limping around this bitch, what the fuck you tripping on?
Twenty goons, they in this bitch, you better check your tone
And they gon' put you back in place if you do something wrong
We in this bitch (we in this bitch), yeah we in this bitch (yeah)
We got a section full of girls and they barely speak any English
Let's toast it up to that life and I mean it
You know how we handle shit, gangster gutter glamorous
Zone One Atlanta shit, over all the amateurs
I'm walking off in here, a boss so, dog, approach with caution though
Disrespect is tolerated, that's some shit you ought to know
Niggas say they ball, yeah, but I'm balling harder though
Cold as the nose on a Appalachian Eskimo
It finna go down, ho, popping bottles, drown hoes
Paid niggas with us, ain't no broke niggas around so
Excuse me, who is he? I don't do this usually
But I'm too fresh to fight, somebody go and get security
I'm buying this, buying that, getting that check and flyin jet
Boucheron, Constantine, Puff like, where you find that?
American at the nature, boy, a lot of nigga hate your boy
Pocket full of money, got more paper than a paperboy
Hoes jocking, on Twitter trending topic
Future, Jeezy, Cris, and Drama
Tip say, let's go get it popping
We got money in our pocket, and whatever you're sipping on
Red-bottom limping around this bitch, what the fuck you tripping on?
Twenty goons, they in this bitch, you better check your tone
And they gon' put you back in place if you do something wrong
We in this bitch (we in this bitch), yeah we in this bitch (yeah)
We got a section full of girls and they barely speak any English
Let's toast it up to that life and I mean it
I'm popping plenty bottles, like I got plenty bricks
Call me Mr. Marcus, I'm in this bitch
Super drink, super smoke and some super hoes
VIP looking like we won the fucking Superbowl
Thirsty chicks trying to give it, I don't want it
You been in more laps than the Indy 500
Conjure's what we drinking, faded till the world end
Never see me planking, unless I'm on your girlfriend
Ludacris, I been a staple in this Southern game
Got the best lines, so I guess I'm slinging Southern caine
My money's louder, you rappers need to hush more
My presidents rock, my accounts are Mount Rushmore
On the island and my phone is hitting dead spots
Altoid can of blue pills, that's my X-box
You could hate, you could diss, you could make a wish
But eight albums, and Luda's still in this bitch
Red-bottom limping around this bitch, what the fuck you tripping on?
Twenty goons, they in this bitch, you better check your tone
And they gon' put you back in place if you do something wrong
We in this bitch (we in this bitch), yeah we in this bitch (yeah)
We got a section full of girls and they barely speak any English
Let's toast it up to that life and I mean it
We in this bitch, we in this ho
I got the .40 on me now, I'm worse than Plaxico
Shout to Gangsta Gibbs, he the next to blow
You should see my gangster grill, I light the shit from blow
Snow ya car transforming, is it a transformer?
You ever cook the whole thing on a George Foreman?
What about a nine on the gas grill?
Four-fifty for the zip, paid my gas bill
So many horses in the 'rari, park it in the barn
Took the ice up out my cup and put it in my charm
And this bad bitch with me from another planet
Stay on the satellite phone, man, I can't stand it
Hey baby girl, hang the phone up
No talking with your mouth full, you's a grown-up
What the fuck? Who the hell?
Flashback in this bitch, thought I seen a scale
We got money in our pocket, and whatever you're sipping on
Red-bottom limping around this bitch, what the fuck you tripping on?
Twenty goons, they in this bitch, you better check your tone
And they gon' put you back in place if you do something wrong
We in this bitch (we in this bitch), yeah we in this bitch (yeah)
We got a section full of girls and they barely speak any English
Let's toast it up to that life and I mean it
You know how we handle shit, gangster gutter glamorous
Zone One Atlanta shit, over all the amateurs
I'm walking off in here, a boss so, dog, approach with caution though
Disrespect is tolerated, that's some shit you ought to know
Niggas say they ball, yeah, but I'm balling harder though
Cold as the nose on a Appalachian Eskimo
It finna go down, ho, popping bottles, drown hoes
Paid niggas with us, ain't no broke niggas around so
Excuse me, who is he? I don't do this usually
But I'm too fresh to fight, somebody go and get security
I'm buying this, buying that, getting that check and flyin jet
Boucheron, Constantine, Puff like, where you find that?
American at the nature, boy, a lot of nigga hate your boy
Pocket full of money, got more paper than a paperboy
Hoes jocking, on Twitter trending topic
Future, Jeezy, Cris, and Drama
Tip say, let's go get it popping
We got money in our pocket, and whatever you're sipping on
Red-bottom limping around this bitch, what the fuck you tripping on?
Twenty goons, they in this bitch, you better check your tone
And they gon' put you back in place if you do something wrong
We in this bitch (we in this bitch), yeah we in this bitch (yeah)
We got a section full of girls and they barely speak any English
Let's toast it up to that life and I mean it
I'm popping plenty bottles, like I got plenty bricks
Call me Mr. Marcus, I'm in this bitch
Super drink, super smoke and some super hoes
VIP looking like we won the fucking Superbowl
Thirsty chicks trying to give it, I don't want it
You been in more laps than the Indy 500
Conjure's what we drinking, faded till the world end
Never see me planking, unless I'm on your girlfriend
Ludacris, I been a staple in this Southern game
Got the best lines, so I guess I'm slinging Southern caine
My money's louder, you rappers need to hush more
My presidents rock, my accounts are Mount Rushmore
On the island and my phone is hitting dead spots
Altoid can of blue pills, that's my X-box
You could hate, you could diss, you could make a wish
But eight albums, and Luda's still in this bitch
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:11.53] We got money in our pocket, and whatever you're sipping on
[00:15.64] Red-bottom limping around this bitch, what the fuck you tripping on?
[00:18.87] Twenty goons, they in this bitch, you better check your tone
[00:21.89] And they gon' put you back in place if you do something wrong
[00:24.98] We in this bitch (we in this bitch), yeah we in this bitch (yeah)
[00:30.60] We got a section full of girls and they barely speak any English
[00:34.49] Let's toast it up to that life and I mean it
[00:38.06] We in this bitch, we in this ho
[00:40.54] I got the .40 on me now, I'm worse than Plaxico
[00:44.09] Shout to Gangsta Gibbs, he the next to blow
[00:46.89] You should see my gangster grill, I light the shit from blow
[00:50.03] Snow ya car transforming, is it a transformer?
[00:53.00] You ever cook the whole thing on a George Foreman?
[00:56.66] What about a nine on the gas grill?
[00:59.39] Four-fifty for the zip, paid my gas bill
[01:02.47] So many horses in the 'rari, park it in the barn
[01:05.59] Took the ice up out my cup and put it in my charm
[01:09.04] And this bad bitch with me from another planet
[01:11.70] Stay on the satellite phone, man, I can't stand it
[01:15.42] Hey baby girl, hang the phone up
[01:18.09] No talking with your mouth full, you's a grown-up
[01:21.21] What the fuck? Who the hell?
[01:24.32] Flashback in this bitch, thought I seen a scale
[01:27.20] We got money in our pocket, and whatever you're sipping on
[01:30.43] Red-bottom limping around this bitch, what the fuck you tripping on?
[01:33.45] Twenty goons, they in this bitch, you better check your tone
[01:36.60] And they gon' put you back in place if you do something wrong
[01:40.02] We in this bitch (we in this bitch), yeah we in this bitch (yeah)
[01:45.32] We got a section full of girls and they barely speak any English
[01:49.25] Let's toast it up to that life and I mean it
[01:52.22] You know how we handle shit, gangster gutter glamorous
[01:54.86] Zone One Atlanta shit, over all the amateurs
[01:58.30] I'm walking off in here, a boss so, dog, approach with caution though
[02:01.39] Disrespect is tolerated, that's some shit you ought to know
[02:04.65] Niggas say they ball, yeah, but I'm balling harder though
[02:07.98] Cold as the nose on a Appalachian Eskimo
[02:10.69] It finna go down, ho, popping bottles, drown hoes
[02:13.95] Paid niggas with us, ain't no broke niggas around so
[02:17.04] Excuse me, who is he? I don't do this usually
[02:20.04] But I'm too fresh to fight, somebody go and get security
[02:23.15] I'm buying this, buying that, getting that check and flyin jet
[02:26.35] Boucheron, Constantine, Puff like, where you find that?
[02:29.58] American at the nature, boy, a lot of nigga hate your boy
[02:32.74] Pocket full of money, got more paper than a paperboy
[02:35.71] Hoes jocking, on Twitter trending topic
[02:38.77] Future, Jeezy, Cris, and Drama
[02:40.13] Tip say, let's go get it popping
[02:41.82] We got money in our pocket, and whatever you're sipping on
[02:45.34] Red-bottom limping around this bitch, what the fuck you tripping on?
[02:48.26] Twenty goons, they in this bitch, you better check your tone
[02:51.57] And they gon' put you back in place if you do something wrong
[02:55.39] We in this bitch (we in this bitch), yeah we in this bitch (yeah)
[03:00.38] We got a section full of girls and they barely speak any English
[03:04.12] Let's toast it up to that life and I mean it
[03:07.02] I'm popping plenty bottles, like I got plenty bricks
[03:10.68] Call me Mr. Marcus, I'm in this bitch
[03:13.68] Super drink, super smoke and some super hoes
[03:16.90] VIP looking like we won the fucking Superbowl
[03:19.70] Thirsty chicks trying to give it, I don't want it
[03:22.56] You been in more laps than the Indy 500
[03:25.63] Conjure's what we drinking, faded till the world end
[03:28.96] Never see me planking, unless I'm on your girlfriend
[03:31.62] Ludacris, I been a staple in this Southern game
[03:35.25] Got the best lines, so I guess I'm slinging Southern caine
[03:38.15] My money's louder, you rappers need to hush more
[03:41.28] My presidents rock, my accounts are Mount Rushmore
[03:44.67] On the island and my phone is hitting dead spots
[03:47.56] Altoid can of blue pills, that's my X-box
[03:50.77] You could hate, you could diss, you could make a wish
[03:54.26] But eight albums, and Luda's still in this bitch
[04:02.52]
[00:15.64] Red-bottom limping around this bitch, what the fuck you tripping on?
[00:18.87] Twenty goons, they in this bitch, you better check your tone
[00:21.89] And they gon' put you back in place if you do something wrong
[00:24.98] We in this bitch (we in this bitch), yeah we in this bitch (yeah)
[00:30.60] We got a section full of girls and they barely speak any English
[00:34.49] Let's toast it up to that life and I mean it
[00:38.06] We in this bitch, we in this ho
[00:40.54] I got the .40 on me now, I'm worse than Plaxico
[00:44.09] Shout to Gangsta Gibbs, he the next to blow
[00:46.89] You should see my gangster grill, I light the shit from blow
[00:50.03] Snow ya car transforming, is it a transformer?
[00:53.00] You ever cook the whole thing on a George Foreman?
[00:56.66] What about a nine on the gas grill?
[00:59.39] Four-fifty for the zip, paid my gas bill
[01:02.47] So many horses in the 'rari, park it in the barn
[01:05.59] Took the ice up out my cup and put it in my charm
[01:09.04] And this bad bitch with me from another planet
[01:11.70] Stay on the satellite phone, man, I can't stand it
[01:15.42] Hey baby girl, hang the phone up
[01:18.09] No talking with your mouth full, you's a grown-up
[01:21.21] What the fuck? Who the hell?
[01:24.32] Flashback in this bitch, thought I seen a scale
[01:27.20] We got money in our pocket, and whatever you're sipping on
[01:30.43] Red-bottom limping around this bitch, what the fuck you tripping on?
[01:33.45] Twenty goons, they in this bitch, you better check your tone
[01:36.60] And they gon' put you back in place if you do something wrong
[01:40.02] We in this bitch (we in this bitch), yeah we in this bitch (yeah)
[01:45.32] We got a section full of girls and they barely speak any English
[01:49.25] Let's toast it up to that life and I mean it
[01:52.22] You know how we handle shit, gangster gutter glamorous
[01:54.86] Zone One Atlanta shit, over all the amateurs
[01:58.30] I'm walking off in here, a boss so, dog, approach with caution though
[02:01.39] Disrespect is tolerated, that's some shit you ought to know
[02:04.65] Niggas say they ball, yeah, but I'm balling harder though
[02:07.98] Cold as the nose on a Appalachian Eskimo
[02:10.69] It finna go down, ho, popping bottles, drown hoes
[02:13.95] Paid niggas with us, ain't no broke niggas around so
[02:17.04] Excuse me, who is he? I don't do this usually
[02:20.04] But I'm too fresh to fight, somebody go and get security
[02:23.15] I'm buying this, buying that, getting that check and flyin jet
[02:26.35] Boucheron, Constantine, Puff like, where you find that?
[02:29.58] American at the nature, boy, a lot of nigga hate your boy
[02:32.74] Pocket full of money, got more paper than a paperboy
[02:35.71] Hoes jocking, on Twitter trending topic
[02:38.77] Future, Jeezy, Cris, and Drama
[02:40.13] Tip say, let's go get it popping
[02:41.82] We got money in our pocket, and whatever you're sipping on
[02:45.34] Red-bottom limping around this bitch, what the fuck you tripping on?
[02:48.26] Twenty goons, they in this bitch, you better check your tone
[02:51.57] And they gon' put you back in place if you do something wrong
[02:55.39] We in this bitch (we in this bitch), yeah we in this bitch (yeah)
[03:00.38] We got a section full of girls and they barely speak any English
[03:04.12] Let's toast it up to that life and I mean it
[03:07.02] I'm popping plenty bottles, like I got plenty bricks
[03:10.68] Call me Mr. Marcus, I'm in this bitch
[03:13.68] Super drink, super smoke and some super hoes
[03:16.90] VIP looking like we won the fucking Superbowl
[03:19.70] Thirsty chicks trying to give it, I don't want it
[03:22.56] You been in more laps than the Indy 500
[03:25.63] Conjure's what we drinking, faded till the world end
[03:28.96] Never see me planking, unless I'm on your girlfriend
[03:31.62] Ludacris, I been a staple in this Southern game
[03:35.25] Got the best lines, so I guess I'm slinging Southern caine
[03:38.15] My money's louder, you rappers need to hush more
[03:41.28] My presidents rock, my accounts are Mount Rushmore
[03:44.67] On the island and my phone is hitting dead spots
[03:47.56] Altoid can of blue pills, that's my X-box
[03:50.77] You could hate, you could diss, you could make a wish
[03:54.26] But eight albums, and Luda's still in this bitch
[04:02.52]