[Chorus:]
Let ’em haters keep talkin’.
Anybody seen a waitress?
Tell her bring more liquor,
All my dawgs in the building, and we smokin’ on that killer.
Anybody know a hater? Middle finger to the ceiling,
Feelin’ like John Gotti – can’t nobody fuck with us!
Uh, we them niggas!
We them niggas, we them niggas!
All the bad bitches know it,
We them niggas, we them niggas!
Middle finger to the ceiling,
We them niggas, we them niggas!
We don’t really give a fuck,
‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas!
[Verse 1]
I’m screamin’, “Fuck them other niggas ’cause I’m down for my niggas!”
Middle finger to the ceiling, everybody keep calm
‘Cause you’ve got some real niggas in the building,
And you don’t really look familiar, that’s your girl?
My bad, in my ear she’s been beggin’ me to hit her.
Oh Lord! Oh Lord!
Have her really catchin’ feelings all night from the club to the villa,
Know you chillin’ with the realest, I ain’t even gotta say it.
Blowin’ money, I don’t really mean to litter,
We them niggas, we them niggas from the bottom to the top.
Y’all mad? LOL, go figure.
Balmain on the feet, twenty bottles of the peach,
On the way, light ‘em up, light ‘em up!
I don’t really give a what, I don’t really give a what!
Mess around, I’mma buy the whole club,
I’m just really showin’ love,
That gon’ probably get ‘em mad, so sad.
All haters need a hug,
Take a hit of these drugs, gettin’ high with my dawgs
Till the muh’fuckin’ sun come up,
Let it pass, puff puff.
[Chorus:]
Anybody seen a waitress?
Tell her bring more liquor,
All my dawgs in the building, and we smokin’ on that killer.
Anybody know a hater? Middle finger to the ceiling,
Feelin’ like John Gotti – can’t nobody fuck with us!
Uh, we them niggas!
We them niggas, we them niggas!
All the bad bitches know it,
We them niggas, we them niggas!
Middle finger to the ceiling,
We them niggas, we them niggas!
We don’t really give a fuck,
‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas!
[Verse 2:]
I let them haters keep talkin’ while the money pile up,
I pull up in a two-seater, you see him with a badass bitch.
Lil’ nigga, that’s a must!
Good Lord! Good Lord!
Man, her ass so retarded, it belong on a short yellow bus,
And she rollin’ with them niggas, but she knew that already.
Yeah, we heavy in this bitch like, “What?”
Now where you from, where you from?
Don’t nobody else matter but your day one niggas from the jump.
Yeah, we started from the bottom with a dream and a dollar,
Keep it real, shorty, I know you wanna fuck, yeah, you know you wanna.
Amen! Amen!
Swear this watch that I’m wearin’ on my wrist,
Man, this shit is pretty rare,
Everything I do big, all I do is set trends,
You can try it, don’t nobody really care,
Don’t nobody really care.
I could show you my committee, in my city,
Boy, I’m treated like the mayor.
Way the bezel gold is shinin’ on a hundred grand Rollie,
Boy, it really ain’t a choice but to stare,
I’m just keepin’ shit player.
[Chorus:]
Anybody seen a waitress?
Tell her bring more liquor,
All my dawgs in the building, and we smokin’ on that killer.
Anybody know a hater? Middle finger to the ceiling,
Feelin’ like John Gotti – can’t nobody fuck with us!
Uh, we them niggas!
We them niggas, we them niggas!
All the bad bitches know it,
We them niggas, we them niggas!
Middle finger to the ceiling,
We them niggas, we them niggas!
We don’t really give a fuck,
‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas!
[Outro:]
Let me hear you say, “Fuck ’em niggas!”
‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas!
Let me hear you say, “Fuck ’em niggas!”
‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas!
Let me hear you say, “Fuck ’em niggas!”
‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas!
Everybody know they can’t fuck with us,
‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas, what?
‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas, what?
‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas, what?
We them niggas, we them niggas!
We don’t fuck with y’all niggas!