In This b*tch lyrics

[Ace Hood]
Okay I never had sh*t, including a fly whip
Copped me a chain, including a fly b*tch
Movin' through the city in some continental sh*t
Put diamonds in the wrist, you can see it through the ?
I be coolin, like I'm comin' through the wind
Smell a , check my clientele list, I
Hop up out the Phantom with some chicka named Diana
Born 'n raised up out Atlanta, let me hit her on camera
What? That's another note, rose gold Roley on
Stacks, cheese, ? fly n*gga carry on
Realest n*gga in this sh*t, boy that's me
You other boys just puff like ?
Tell the waiter bring the bottles like "Pronto!"
And I be ballin' till' the mornin' like Alonzo
Mi amo, meet me at the condo
Thinkin' what I'm thinkin', f*ck a convo

[Chorus]
I got my bottles on deck, I'm gettin' twisted in this b*tch
I'm blowin' haze out my chest, we gettin' lifted in this b*tch
Damn all them ladies in here, they gettin' wasted in this b*tch
So every hater in here, straight middlefinger to ya b*tch!

[Fat Joe]
pus*y bigger than Amber Rose's
In a ghost n*gga, starin' like we goldfish
Cheese crackers 'n some old p*ss
Red wine, candlelight by the ocean
Back shots on the sink, bruh
? top, guess ?
We smokin' a shisha, learned that from a prince in Ibiza
Big money on a ?, now a n*gga on a yet till your time flies
I still love me a hood chick
It's not smokin' that's always understood Crips
[Chorus]
I got my bottles on deck, I'm gettin' twisted in this b*tch
I'm blowin' haze out my chest, we gettin' lifted in this b*tch
Damn all them ladies in here, they gettin' wasted in this b*tch
So every hater in here, straight middlefinger to ya b*tch!

[Famous Kid Brick]
Blow haze in this b*tch
VIP straight, go dumb in this b*tch
Couple to the head, now I'm gone in this b*tch
Don't turn your head or I'm gone with yo b*tch
(I'm on it) M.V.P., superstar-status, show no I.D
Got a lumberjack swag, breakin' down these streets
Middlefinger to the haters, what swallow these nuts
And I'm goin' bonkers
Oh that's yo girl, my n*gga, well you just lost her
Off up in the club my n*gga, I stand taller
Bullets in my phone, they call me a shot caller
Joe a shot caller, Ace a shot caller, twist it up, sticky, ?
Brick a shot caller, Christion a shot caller, twist it up sticky, dude I got ya

[Chorus]
I got my bottles on deck, I'm gettin' twisted in this b*tch
I'm blowin' haze out my chest, we gettin' lifted in this b*tch
Damn all them ladies in here, they gettin' wasted in this b*tch
So every hater in here, straight middlefinger to ya b*tch!