[Hook: Future]
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We got money in our pocket, and whatever you're sipping on
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Red-bottom limping around this bitch, what the fuck you tripping on?
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Twenty goons, they in this bitch, you better check your tone
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And they gon put you back in place if you do something wrong
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We in this bitch, yeah we in this bitch
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We got a section full of girls and they barely speak any English
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Let's toast it up to that life and I mean it
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[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
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We in this bitch, we in this ho
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I got the .40 on me now, who wants to Plaxico?
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Shout to Gangsta Gibbs, he the next to blow
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You should see my gangster grill, I light the shit from blow
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Snowy car transforming instead of transformer
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You ever cook the whole thing on a George Foreman?
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What about a nine on the gas grill?
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Four-fifty for the silk, pay my gas bill
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So many horses in the 'rari, park it in the barn
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Took the ice up out my cup and put it in my charm
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And this bad bitch with me from another planet
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Stay on the satellite phone - man, I can't stand it
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Hey baby girl, hang the phone up
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No talking with your mouth full - you's a grown-up
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What the fuck? Who the hell?
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Flashback in this bitch, thought I seen a scale
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2: T.I.]
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You know how we handle shit, gangster gutter glamorous
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Zone One Atlanta shit, over all the amateurs
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I'm walking off in here, a boss so, dog, approach with caution though
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Disrespect is tolerated, that's some shit you ought to know
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Niggas say they ball, yeah, but I'm balling harder though
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Cold as the nose on a Appalachian Eskimo
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It finna go down, ho, popping bottles, drown hoes
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Paid niggas with us, ain't no broke niggas around so
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Excuse me - who is he? I don't do this usually
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But I'm too fresh to fight - somebody go and get security
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I'm buying this, buying that, getting that check and flyin jet
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Boucheron, Constantine, Puff like, where you find that?
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American at the nature, boy, a lot of nigga hate your boy
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Pocket full of money, got more paper than a paperboy
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Hoes jocking, on Twitter trending topic
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Future, Jeezy, Cris, and Drama
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Tip say, let's go get it popping
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Ludacris]
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I'm popping plenty bottles, like I got plenty bricks
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Call me Mr. Marcus, I'm in this bitch
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Super drink, super smoke and some super hoes
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VIP looking like we won the fucking Superbowl
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Thirsty chicks trying to give it, I don't want it
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You been in more laps than the Indy 500
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Conjure's what we drinking, faded til the world end
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Never see me planking, unless I'm on your girlfriend
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Ludacris, I been a staple in this Southern game
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Got the best lines, so I guess I'm slinging Southern caine
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My money's louder, you rappers need to hush more
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My presidents rock, my accounts are Mount Rushmore
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On the island and my phone is hitting dead spots
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Altoid can of blue pills, that's my X-box
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You could hate, you could dis, you could make a wish
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But eight albums, and Luda's still in this bitch
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We In This Bitch
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| Dj Drama |
