Baddest In Here

Wat Up, Wat Up

We in dis bitch

Webbie Trill ENT Young Savage

We in dis bitch

I'm lookin for da baddest bitch up in here

We in dis bitch

Baddest-Bitch-In-Here

We in dis bitch

I want her, I want her

We in dis bitch

Look

Niggas still talking thousands, man dats ol' money

I den got so much of cake, I'm gettin hoes money

Like da Birdman bitch, I got blow money

Lookin for a friend girl, tryna let her hold something

Pull up in a cold something, bought a whole dozen bottles

da club still bucking jus to throw something

just got finished smokin a cigar, finna roll something

I got my people wit me, look like a hundred of us

stupid as chain on, I spent a hundred something

Bent her over like a dawg, I had her running from me

Ask me where I came from, I told dat hoe from nuthin

Lil pretty perky titties, booty like a bubble

Told me dat she had a man, she do it on da under

U know Savage gone, stay wit da baddest one

Heard it was gone be jumpin, so I jus had to come

I'm on a hundred dawg, man who I'm lookin for

We got big dollas, yaw got lil chips

Champagne bottles, riding round in big whips

We make it rain on em, yaw make it drip drip

I'm tryna leave wit da baddest bitch in here

Throw some cheese on da baddest bitch in here

Make ya self seem like u da baddest bitch in here

I believe she da baddest bitch in here

Yes indeed u da baddest bitch in here

I-WANT-HER

Fuck dat shit, I want dat bitch there

Da pretty one, I don't want da sadiddy one

Seen to many ratchet ass hoes gettin sitcoms

'hind closed doors, all dey do is suck big boys

Everytime I go up to da awards, Imma get one

Matter fact me and Phat just gone just stick one

Really in da streets mane, I ain't just on

Da microphone checkers, dey crack up under pressure

Lookin for da baddest bitch up in here

And wen I get her, Imma hit her and forget her

And name a nigga trilla, I'll admit it

Ain't da richest nigga, but my cake, straight

And most of these other niggas fake

Drankin Rosa, smoking on grapes

And i can sit here, and throw dis money all day

Let em hate

Remind them haters don't play

I'll hate to have to bloody up da place

I-WANT-HER

I want my bitch to be a big fine ass juicy

And u don't have to tell her, she know wat she doing

Trill ENT still here still booting

Da bitch standing still, but her booty still moving

Can catch me in a benz drop top just cruising

Or even in da club popping bottles wit a cutie

Da niggas hollering at me, sayin Webbie how ya do it

Got dat type of shit, dat a make everybody loose it

These niggas rapping bout gettin money

Can't prove it, Nigga I got 9 or 10 cars sittin stupid

And these niggas going to jail high pussy stupid

Cuz I den seen some hoes leave some niggas lookin stupid

Cupid, yaw ain't playa's yaw foolish

Spend ya last dolla on cuchi, u a clown

You clown of excuses, and we got money flying everywhere

So just excuse it,

I-WANT-HER