DJ Drama - We In This b**h lyrics

[Hook: Future] We got money in our pocket, and whatever you're sipping on Red-bottom limping around this b**h, what the f** you tripping on? Twenty goons, they in this b**h, you better check your tone And they gon put you back in place if you do something wrong We in this b**h, yeah we in this b**h 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 [Verse 1: Young Jeezy] We in this b**h, we in this ho I got the .40 on me now, who wants to Plaxico? Shout to Gangsta Gibbs, he the next to blow You should see my gangster grill, I light the sh** from blow Snowy car transforming instead of transformer You ever cook the whole thing on a George Foreman? What about a nine on the gas grill? Four-fifty for the silk, pay 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 b**h 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 f**? Who the hell? Flashback in this b**h, thought I seen a scale [Hook] [Verse 2: T.I.] You know how we handle sh**, gangster gutter glamorous Zone One Atlanta sh**, over all the amateurs I'm walking off in here, a boss so, dog, approach with caution though Disrespect is tolerated, that's some sh** you ought to know n***as 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 n***as with us, ain't no broke n***as 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 n***a 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 [Hook] [Verse 3: Ludacris] I'm popping plenty bottles, like I got plenty bricks Call me Mr. Marcus, I'm in this b**h Super drink, super smoke and some super hoes VIP looking like we won the f**ing 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 til 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 dis, you could make a wish But eight albums, and Luda's still in this b**h