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