Ludacris - Yep Dat's Me lyrics

[Intro: Jamie Foxx] Seem like they be hating From June to January Mad 'cause I'm balling and Kissing on Halle Barry Yep that's me (Yep) I'm in that drop lookin' Flizziyy (Fly) So many gorillas wit guns They think I'm T.I [Verse 1: Jamie Foxx] What up man? I'm in the club going strong with it Champagne, we in the back Mixing strong with it And if you stunting And serious about your paper Wave yo hands Don't forget to tell them haters [Hook: Soulja Boy] Yep that's me, yep (Ay) Yep that's me, yep (Ay) Yep that's me, yep (Ay) Yep that's me, yep (Ay) Yep that's me Soulja Boy tell 'em Yep that's me Swish, swish, swish, swish [Verse 2: Jamie Foxx] They be like, "Who that is?" Pulling up in that new Bentley You step out, push your chest out Flip your hair while they staring Say yep that's me, yep Girl, you strutting looking flawless Them red bottoms on Just to let them know you balling Independent (Ay) Handle business (Ay) That body got me wanna say Hold up a minute (Ay) Ladies if your out here getting paper Do yourself a favor Don't forget to tell all of them haters [Hook: Soulja Boy] Yep that's me, yep (Ay) Yep that's me, yep (Ay) Yep that's me, yep (Ay) Yep that's me, yep (Ay) Yep that's me Soulja Boy tell 'em Yep that's me Swish, swish, swish, swish [Bridge: Jamie Foxx] Hey Ladies (Hey Jamie) You got your Louie Got your Gucci Got your face Got your lips Make them pa** out Stick your a** out Put your hands on your hips Say yep that's me, yep (Ay) Yep that's me, yep Yep that's me, yep Yep that's me, yep [Hook: Soulja Boy] Yep that's me, yep (Ay) Yep that's me, yep (Ay) Yep that's me, yep (Ay) Yep that's me, yep (Ay) Yep that's me Soulja Boy tell 'em Yep that's me, swish [Verse 3: T.I.] With the king uncaged As seen on the stage Sharp as a blade Set to blow with no grenade Kaboom you s**er n***a p**y like a wound When the boys uncutting The syringe next to 'em And you've never seen A goon so groomed Fly as a balloon Higher than the moon Cartoon a** n***a Step aside make room Care to hear the realist sh** I ever wrote stay tuned Fresh out of prison curfew lifted Hit the roads like puin See these n***as ain't changed Still sweet as perfume Flows hot like june But I'm cool as Janurary though Foxx who the King?, yeah shawty (Dey already know) I hit ya town like "What it do, what it is homes?" Direct me to something I can spend a couple mil on Still on point, no drink, no joint n***a lying say I'm Working with the pigs oink, oink Play the game how it go Never told on nobody n***a wanna think I did 'Cause you fin' to prolly And my n***a KT Thug Cap and Shotty Who the machine gun man Fully automatic shawty? [Hook: Soulja Boy] Yep that's me, yep (Ay) Yep that's me, yep (Ay) Yep that's me, yep (Ay) Yep that's me, yep (Ay) Yep that's me Soulja Boy, tell 'em Yep that's me Swish