Can’t Sit With Us lyrics

[Chorus: Gangsta Boo, La Chat]
That rich sh*t (That rich sh*t)
The good life (Good life)
The yacht club (Yacht club)
That's what I like (What I like)
That hood sh*t (Hood sh*t)
Hood rich (Hood rich)
That hood di*k (Hood di*k)
That's what I like (What I like)
Chat, I heard that these b*tches ain't sh*t, so I tell 'em
You can't sit with us, you can't sit with us
Boo, I heard that these n*ggas ain't sh*t, so I tell' em
(Chat, I love you, mane)
You can't sit with us, you can't sit with us
(Lil Jay on the track)

[Verse 1: Gangsta Boo]
When you make a lot of money, y-you don't wanna go broke
I been there before and it ain't funny or a joke
So I'd rather count a million, get my pus*y ate or somethin'
Like my girl Lil' Kim, drivin' cars with the buttons
That's what I like, t-that's what I like
You can't sit with us, it's levels to sh*t tonight
I-I ain't arrogant, this is confidence
And there's money out here for me, I'ma get that sh*t
I like to f*ck rich men, every now and then (Yeah, ho)
B-broke n*ggas don't stand a chance (Tell 'em)
I like to f*ck rich men, every now and then (Yeah, ho)
B-broke n*ggas don't stand a chance (Yeah, ho)
They call me silver spoon, Gangsta Boo
Yea I'm actin' brand new, but I'm still real as f*ck (Yeah, ho)
n*gga, what's up, knuck if you buck (Boo)
I don't stand in line, mayne, it's strictly V.I.P
I ain't braggin', but everybody know me, that's what I like
[Chorus: Gangsta Boo, La Chat]
That rich sh*t (That rich sh*t)
The good life (Good life)
The yacht club (Yacht club)
That's what I like (What I like)
That hood sh*t (Hood sh*t)
Hood rich (Hood rich)
That hood di*k (Hood di*k)
That's what I like (What I like)
Chat, I heard that these b*tches ain't sh*t, so I tell 'em
You can't sit with us, you can't sit with us
Boo, I heard that these n*ggas ain't sh*t, so I tell' em
You can't sit with us, you can't sit with us
(Yeah)

[Verse 2: La Chat]
Ain't nothin' like that hood sh*t
A ratchet, gutter, hood b*tch
That money coming by the hour, livin' lavish, hood rich
And I'm the candy lady, candy with your foreign, baby
And my neighbors well, pockets swell, operation gravy
Trappin' out the house, two doors down from my baby daddy
He be mad as hell, ridin' steamers, while I'm pushin' caddies
Christmas time hit the hood, set the stage and do a show
Feed 'em good, settle down, mane
Hood b*tches be on that dro'
Hood n*ggas be on that blow, hood n*ggas will buck you, so
I like it when them hood b*tches be gettin' crunk off that
"Wup That Hoe"
At the end of the day, I like collectin' and countin' my pay
He say that he like for me to blaze when I ride his face
[Chorus: Gangsta Boo, La Chat]
That rich sh*t (That rich sh*t)
The good life (Good life)
The yacht club (Yacht club)
That's what I like (What I like)
That hood sh*t (Hood sh*t)
Hood rich (Hood rich)
That hood di*k (Hood di*k)
That's what I like (What I like)
Chat, I heard that these b*tches ain't sh*t, so I tell 'em
You can't sit with us, you can't sit with us
Boo, I heard that these n*ggas ain't sh*t, so I tell' em
You can't sit with us, you can't sit with us