We Up

Lyrics

[Intro: 50 Cent] Yeah, uh-huh [Chorus: 50 Cent] They don't do it how we do Niggas ain't on the shit we on (We on, we on) Everything new Spikes on the Louboutins ('Boutins, 'boutins) [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I'm 'round the bullshit like a matador I'm used to the bullshit, it don't matter, boy Corporate acquisitions, accumulations of wealth Build with the gods and double knowledge of self Entrepreneur visions, Moulin Rouge religion That pussy make a weak nigga break down So what you want, the cheese or the cheeks? You want the cheeks but she want the cheese, a bitch gotta eat I'm havin' the epiphany, you niggas ain't shit to me Worse than the scum in the slum I'm from I'm a Southside nigga, yeah, I'm 'bout mine You be that next nigga coroners come outline You ain't made of what I'm made of You a bum nigga with a bum bitch, her shoes come from Bakers You counterfeit, fraudulent fakers What kind of rich nigga bitch look like that? [Chorus: 50 Cent] We on now, we pullin' off the lot Brake, hit the button, then we pulling down the top Shine's on, stuntin', and I'm pullin' out a knot Strapped with the Glock, won't pull it out a lot But front, I'll make it pop Y'all don't do it how we do Niggas ain't on the shit we on (We on, we on) Everything new Spikes on the Louboutins ('Boutins, 'boutins) We up, nigga [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] Visualize everything I needed and dream (Uh-huh) Penalized every ho nigga that had a scheme (What else?) Guns in your video get you locked in the bing Yeah, I kill a nigga quick, no worries, my record clean Murder one become manslaughter as soon as they brought up (Woah) Charity work, parking tickets and no charges (Oh) Fuck nigga, you fucked over your father When he gave you a dick, should've been a bitch in pajamas I made my first million fucking dollars Bought a Bible, oh yeah, God got me Made my second million dollars, bought a chopper and binocular I'm scared, this shit don't happen to everybody I'm on Instagram looking at your favorite singer Debating on, "Should I fuck or jump on her single?" Twenty thou', she got a hell of an adlib I'm in her mouth like I knew I could have kids, K-Dot [Chorus: 50 Cent] We on now, we pullin' off the lot Brake, hit the button, then we pulling down the top Shine's on, stuntin', and I'm pullin' out a knot Strapped with the Glock, won't pull it out a lot But front, I'll make it pop Y'all don't do it how we do Niggas ain't on the shit we on (We on, we on) Everything new Spikes on the Louboutins ('Boutins, 'boutins) We up, nigga [Verse 3: 50 Cent] Good pussy for dinner, b-bomb kush for breakfast D colored VS stones around my neck, bitch It feels like a nigga dreamin' Seat back, music bumpin', niggas leanin' Bullseye, that's what we came for The bread, now a nigga run the game, boy I should've sent the broad to report what's in the yard Aloof livin', I came up so hard No pain, no gain, it's embedded in the brain I'm in it for the grip, motherfuck the fame [Chorus: 50 Cent] We on now, we pullin' off the lot Brake, hit the button, then we pulling down the top Shine's on, stuntin', and I'm pullin' out a knot Strapped with the Glock, won't pull it out a lot But front, I'll make it pop Y'all don't do it how we do Niggas ain't on the shit we on (We on, we on) Everything new Spikes on the Louboutins ('Boutins, 'boutins) We up, nigga [Verse 4: Kidd Kidd] 'Round the world tourin', the city got boring Bury me a G with a new pair of Jordans Coupe foreign, top peeled like an orange Blue Ferrari, so many iron horses Living life with no worries My gun got a Zodiac sign, it's a Taurus Don't make it slam on you like Amar'e M-Zone Rida Gang end the story Oops, that's your baby, my bad, I'm sorry She call me daddy too, we should be on Maury Everything you aren't, fly nigga soaring Purple label Ralph Lauren, kick game like Atari You so special, bedroom or restroom Just keep performing, go girl About to film a movie, guess who's starring