文本歌词

Written by：Future
We got money in our pocket and whatever you're sipping on
Red bottom limping around this b**ch what the f**k you tripping on
Twenty goons they in this b**ch you better check your tone
And they gon put you back in place if you do something wrong
We in this b**ch yeah we in this b**ch
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 b**ch 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*t 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**ch 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**k
Who the hell
Flashback in this b**ch thought I seen a scale
We got money in our pocket and whatever you're sipping on
Red bottom limping around this b**ch what the f**k you tripping on
Twenty goons they in this b**ch you better check your tone
And they gon put you back in place if you do something wrong
We in this b**ch yeah we in this b**ch
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 sh*t gangster gutter glamorous
Zone One Atlanta sh*t 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*t you ought to know
Ni**as say they ball yeah but I'm balling harder though
Cold as the nose on a Appalachian Eskimo
It final go down ho popping bottles drown hoes
Paid ni**as with us ain't no broke ni**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 flying jet
Boucheron Constantine Puff like where you find that
American at the nature boy a lot of ni**a hate your boy
Pocket full of money got more paper than a paperboy
Hoes joking on Twitter trending topic
Future Jeezy Cris and Drama
Tip say let's go get it popping
We got money in our pocket and whatever you're sipping on
Red bottom limping around this b**ch what the f**k you tripping on
Twenty goons they in this b**ch you better check your tone
And they gon put you back in place if you do something wrong
We in this b**ch yeah we in this b**ch
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
I'm popping plenty bottles like I got plenty bricks
Call me Mr Marcus I'm in this b**ch
Super drink super smoke and some super hoes
VIP looking like we won the f**king 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 Cain
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
Altoids 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**ch