We In This Bitch feat. Young Jeezy, T.I., Ludacris, and Future

We got money in our pocket, and whatever you're sipping on
 Red-bottom limping around this bitch, what the fuck you tripping on?
 Twenty goons, they in this bitch, you better check your tone
 And they gon' put you back in place if you do something wrong
 We in this bitch (we in this bitch), yeah we in this bitch (yeah)
 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 bitch, we in this ho
 I got the .40 on me now, I'm worse than Plaxico
 Shout to Gangsta Gibbs, he the next to blow
 You should see my gangster grill, I light the shit from blow
 Snow ya car transforming, is it a transformer?
 You ever cook the whole thing on a George Foreman?
 What about a nine on the gas grill?
 Four-fifty for the zip, paid 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 bitch 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 fuck? Who the hell?
 Flashback in this bitch, thought I seen a scale
 We got money in our pocket, and whatever you're sipping on
 Red-bottom limping around this bitch, what the fuck you tripping on?
 Twenty goons, they in this bitch, you better check your tone
 And they gon' put you back in place if you do something wrong
 We in this bitch (we in this bitch), yeah we in this bitch (yeah)
 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 shit, gangster gutter glamorous
 Zone One Atlanta shit, over all the amateurs
 I'm walking off in here, a boss so, dog, approach with caution though
 Disrespect is tolerated, that's some shit you ought to know
 Niggas say they ball, yeah, but I'm balling harder though
 Cold as the nose on a Appalachian Eskimo
 It finna go down, ho, popping bottles, drown hoes
 Paid niggas with us, ain't no broke niggas 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 flyin jet
 Boucheron, Constantine, Puff like, where you find that?
 American at the nature, boy, a lot of nigga hate your boy
 Pocket full of money, got more paper than a paperboy
 Hoes jocking, 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 bitch, what the fuck you tripping on?
 Twenty goons, they in this bitch, you better check your tone
 And they gon' put you back in place if you do something wrong
 We in this bitch (we in this bitch), yeah we in this bitch (yeah)
 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 bitch
 Super drink, super smoke and some super hoes
 VIP looking like we won the fucking 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 till 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 caine
 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
 Altoid can of blue pills, that's my X-box
 You could hate, you could diss, you could make a wish
 But eight albums, and Luda's still in this bitch