Famous Kid Brick - In This b**h lyrics

[Ace Hood] Okay I never had sh**, including a fly whip Copped me a chain, including a fly b**h Movin' through the city in some continental sh** Put diamonds in the wrist, you can see it through the ? I be coolin, like I'm comin' through the wind Smell a , check my clientele list, I Hop up out the Phantom with some chicka named Diana Born 'n raised up out Atlanta, let me hit her on camera What? That's another note, rose gold Roley on Stacks, cheese, ? fly n***a carry on Realest n***a in this sh**, boy that's me You other boys just puff like ? Tell the waiter bring the bottles like "Pronto!" And I be ballin' till' the mornin' like Alonzo Mi amo, meet me at the condo Thinkin' what I'm thinkin', f** a convo [Chorus] I got my bottles on deck, I'm gettin' twisted in this b**h I'm blowin' haze out my chest, we gettin' lifted in this b**h Damn all them ladies in here, they gettin' wasted in this b**h So every hater in here, straight middlefinger to ya b**h! [Fat Joe] p**y bigger than Amber Rose's In a ghost n***a, starin' like we goldfish Cheese crackers 'n some old piss Red wine, candlelight by the ocean Back shots on the sink, bruh ? top, guess ? We smokin' a shisha, learned that from a prince in Ibiza Big money on a ?, now a n***a on a yet till your time flies I still love me a hood chick It's not smokin' that's always understood Crips [Chorus] I got my bottles on deck, I'm gettin' twisted in this b**h I'm blowin' haze out my chest, we gettin' lifted in this b**h Damn all them ladies in here, they gettin' wasted in this b**h So every hater in here, straight middlefinger to ya b**h! [Famous Kid Brick] Blow haze in this b**h VIP straight, go dumb in this b**h Couple to the head, now I'm gone in this b**h Don't turn your head or I'm gone with yo b**h (I'm on it) M.V.P., superstar-status, show no I.D Got a lumberjack swag, breakin' down these streets Middlefinger to the haters, what swallow these nuts And I'm goin' bonkers Oh that's yo girl, my n***a, well you just lost her Off up in the club my n***a, I stand taller Bullets in my phone, they call me a shot caller Joe a shot caller, Ace a shot caller, twist it up, sticky, ? Brick a shot caller, Christion a shot caller, twist it up sticky, dude I got ya [Chorus] I got my bottles on deck, I'm gettin' twisted in this b**h I'm blowin' haze out my chest, we gettin' lifted in this b**h Damn all them ladies in here, they gettin' wasted in this b**h So every hater in here, straight middlefinger to ya b**h!