Webbie - Baddest in Here lyrics

Wat Up, Wat Up We in dis b**h Webbie Trill ENT Young Savage We in dis b**h I'm lookin for da baddest b**h up in here We in dis b**h Baddest-b**h-In-Here We in dis b**h I want her, I want her We in dis b**h Look n***as still talking thousands, man dats ol' money I den got so much of cake, I'm gettin hoes money Like da Birdman b**h, I got blow money Lookin for a friend girl, tryna let her hold something Pull up in a cold something, bought a whole dozen bottles Da club still bucking jus to throw something Just got finished smokin a cigar, finna roll something I got my people wit me, look like a hundred of us Stupid as chain on, I spent a hundred something Bent her over like a dawg, I had her running from me Ask me where I came from, I told dat hoe from nuthin Lil pretty perky titties, booty like a bubble Told me dat she had a man, she do it on da under U know Savage gone, stay wit da baddest one Heard it was gone be jumpin, so I jus had to come I'm on a hundred dawg, man who I'm lookin for (Chorus) We got big dollas, yaw got lil chips Champagne bottles, riding round in big whips We make it rain on em, yaw make it drip drip I'm tryna leave wit da baddest b**h in here Throw some cheese on da baddest b**h in here Make ya self seem like u da baddest b**h in here I believe she da baddest b**h in here Yes indeed u da baddest b**h in here I-WANT-HER f** dat sh**, I want dat b**h there Da pretty one, I don't want da sadiddy one Seen to many ratchet a** hoes gettin sitcoms 'hind closed doors, all dey do is s** big boys Everytime I go up to da awards, Imma get one Matter fact me and Phat just gone just stick one Really in da streets mane, I ain't just on Da microphone checkers, dey crack up under pressure Lookin for da baddest b**h up in here And wen I get her, Imma hit her and forget her And name a n***a trilla, I'll admit it Ain't da richest n***a, but my cake, straight And most of these other n***as fake Drankin Rosa, smoking on grapes And i can sit here, and throw dis money all day Let em hate Remind them haters don't play I'll hate to have to bloody up da place I-WANT-HER (Chorus) I want my b**h to be a big fine a** juicy And u don't have to tell her, she know wat she doing Trill ENT still here still booting Da b**h standing still, but her booty still moving Can catch me in a benz drop top just cruising Or even in da club popping bottles wit a cutie Da n***as hollering at me, sayin Webbie how ya do it Got dat type of sh**, dat a make everybody loose it These n***as rapping bout gettin money Can't prove it, n***a I got 9 or 10 cars sittin stupid And these n***as going to jail high p**y stupid Cuz I den seen some hoes leave some n***as lookin stupid Cupid, yaw ain't playa's yaw foolish Spend ya last dolla on cuchi, u a clown You clown of excuses, and we got money flying everywhere So just excuse it, I-WANT-HER (Chorus)