DJ Drama, T.I., Future, Jeezy, Ludacris - We In This Bitch lyrics
DJ Drama [Tyree Cinque Simmons] Philadelphia, U.S. 🇺🇸
Future [Nayvadius DeMun Wilburn] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
Young Jeezy [Jay Wayne Jenkins] Columbia, South Carolina, U.S.🇺🇸
[DJ Drama, T.I., Future, Jeezy, Ludacris - We In This Bitch lyrics]
We got money in our pocket
And whatever you're sippin' on
Red-bottom limpin' around this bitch
What the fuck you trippin' on?
Twenty goons, they in this bitch
You better check your tone
And they gon' put you back in
Place if you do somethin' wrong (Salute)
We in this bitch (We in this bitch)
We in this bitch
Yeah, we in this bitch (yeahhh)
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 hoe
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 gangsta grill
I light the shit from blow
Snow ya car transformin'
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 a barn took the ice up out my cup
And put it in my charm
And this bad bitch wit'
Me from another planet
Stay on the satellite phone, man
I can't stand it
Hey, baby girl, hang the phone up
No talkin' wit'cha 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 sippin' on
Red-bottom limpin' around this bitch
What the fuck you trippin' on?
Twenty goons, they in this bitch
You better check your tone
And they gon' put you back in
Place if you do somethin' wrong (Salute)
We in this bitch (We in this bitch)
We in this bitch
Yeah, we in this bitch (yeahhh)
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
Gangsta gutter glamorous
Zone One Atlanta shit, over all the amateurs
I'm walkin' up in here a boss, so, dawg
Approach with caution though
Disrespect is tolerated
That's some shit you oughta know
Niggas say they ball, yeah
But I'm ballin' harder though
Cold as the nose on a Appalachian Eskimo
It finna go down, hoe, pop-poppin' bottles
Drown hoes paid niggas wit' 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 buyin' this, buyin' that
Gettin' 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 jockin', on Twitter trending topic
Future, Jeezy, 'Cris, and Drama, Tip say
"Let's go get it poppin'!"
We got money in our pocket
And whatever you're sippin' on
Red-bottom limpin' around this bitch
What the fuck you trippin' on?
Twenty goons, they in this bitch
You better check your tone
And they gon' put you back in
Place if you do somethin' wrong (Salute)
We in this bitch (We in this bitch)
We in this bitch
Yeah, we in this bitch (yeahhh)
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
Luda i'm poppin' plenty bottles like
I got plenty bricks
Call me Mr marcus, I'm in this bitch
Super drank, super smoke and some super hoes
VIP looking like we won the fucking Superbowl
Thirsty chicks tryna give it, I don't want it
You been in more laps than the Indy 500
Conjure's what we drankin'
Faded 'til the world end
Never see me plankin' unless
I'm on your girlfriend
Ludacris, I been a staple
In this Southern game got the best lines
So I guess I'm slangin' 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 hittin' 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
And whatever you're sippin' on
Red-bottom limpin' around this bitch
What the fuck you trippin' on?
Twenty goons, they in this bitch
You better check your tone
And they gon' put you back in
Place if you do somethin' wrong (Salute)
We in this bitch (We in this bitch)
We in this bitch
Yeah, we in this bitch (yeahhh)
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 hoe
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 gangsta grill
I light the shit from blow
Snow ya car transformin'
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 a barn took the ice up out my cup
And put it in my charm
And this bad bitch wit'
Me from another planet
Stay on the satellite phone, man
I can't stand it
Hey, baby girl, hang the phone up
No talkin' wit'cha 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 sippin' on
Red-bottom limpin' around this bitch
What the fuck you trippin' on?
Twenty goons, they in this bitch
You better check your tone
And they gon' put you back in
Place if you do somethin' wrong (Salute)
We in this bitch (We in this bitch)
We in this bitch
Yeah, we in this bitch (yeahhh)
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
Gangsta gutter glamorous
Zone One Atlanta shit, over all the amateurs
I'm walkin' up in here a boss, so, dawg
Approach with caution though
Disrespect is tolerated
That's some shit you oughta know
Niggas say they ball, yeah
But I'm ballin' harder though
Cold as the nose on a Appalachian Eskimo
It finna go down, hoe, pop-poppin' bottles
Drown hoes paid niggas wit' 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 buyin' this, buyin' that
Gettin' 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 jockin', on Twitter trending topic
Future, Jeezy, 'Cris, and Drama, Tip say
"Let's go get it poppin'!"
We got money in our pocket
And whatever you're sippin' on
Red-bottom limpin' around this bitch
What the fuck you trippin' on?
Twenty goons, they in this bitch
You better check your tone
And they gon' put you back in
Place if you do somethin' wrong (Salute)
We in this bitch (We in this bitch)
We in this bitch
Yeah, we in this bitch (yeahhh)
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
Luda i'm poppin' plenty bottles like
I got plenty bricks
Call me Mr marcus, I'm in this bitch
Super drank, super smoke and some super hoes
VIP looking like we won the fucking Superbowl
Thirsty chicks tryna give it, I don't want it
You been in more laps than the Indy 500
Conjure's what we drankin'
Faded 'til the world end
Never see me plankin' unless
I'm on your girlfriend
Ludacris, I been a staple
In this Southern game got the best lines
So I guess I'm slangin' 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 hittin' 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