We In This b*tch 1.5 lyrics

by

T.I.


[Intro: Future, DJ Drama & Drake]
Pluto!
DJ Drama!
Dram, Dram (Yeah, yeah)
Astronaut talk

[Verse 1: Drake]
Okay, you know you been on my mind, A-Town, I miss you
When ol' girl would come late and bring all her tips through
Break up her weed while I break down my issues
Get paper, she blows that, the next day, you know that
Daydream at night time I think too much
Then I hit the nightclub 'til it's daytime and I drink too much
Not time for no good girl, they hold on and they cling too much
I just want a hood b*tch that tell me that I sing too much
Awww, yeah, shout out to the women playing y'all position
I be moving through my city like a politician
Hope you don't judge me cuz me and you are not all that different
You made me this way, you made me famous, you all assisted
New n*ggas tryna shine, I didn't condone it
But I'm back in this b*tch, re-living the moment
I'm about to have it poppin off again
Drama bout to make it rain on Mary Poppins and her friends
We got....

[Chorus: Future]
We got money in our pocket (Rack), and whatever you're sipping on
Red-bottom limpin around this b*tch, what the f*ck you trippin on?
Twenty goons, they in this b*tch, you better check your tone
And they gon put you back in place if you do something wrong (Salute)
We in this b*tch, yeah, we in this b*tch, yeah
We got a section full of girls and they barely speak any English (No comprede)
Let's toast it up to that life and I mean it
[Verse 2: Future]
Water water all around me, damn my diamonds are shinin
Money rainin on you b*tches, Future changin the climate
All I hang around is millionaires and a bunch of cons
Turn up, turn up, turn up it's like a burnt a bunch of Suns
Hah, from Milwaukee to Atlanta
They put my lifestyle on camera, they tripping, no c*ckin hammers
Addicted to making movies, I like em when they bougie
Anytime I step out, when I come through, it's a zoovie
Ain't rapping to ya, I'm really trapping with words
And I ain't braggin' to ya when I say I'm fly as a bird
That girl don't speak no Englo, but she know all my lingo
She know a Rarri when she see one and she know a C-note
I got a Haitian girl speak Creole and a spanish girl from Rio
We could put them in a room together, make a perfect combo
They bout that life, I'm bout that life, yes we is, yes we is
The money, b*tches and cars come with the life that I live
It should've been a designer party, all these designer round me
Pick a name, anything, money can buy what? Diamond chain
Diamond ring, Murcielagos, Balenciagas
We toasted up to the life, n*ggas it's ours

[Chorus: Future]
We got money in our pocket (Rack), and whatever you're sipping on
Red-bottom limping around this b*tch, what the f*ck you tripping on?
Twenty goons, they in this b*tch, you better check your tone
And they gon put you back in place if you do something wrong (Salute)
We in this b*tch, yeah we in this b*tch, yeah
We got a section full of girls and they barely speak any English (No comprede)
Let's toast it up to that life and I mean it
[Outro: DJ Drama]
Quality Street Music
At it's finest
And like that
We gone
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