We About That

[Intro: DJ Buddha] Fall in line season has officialy begun So for everyone that got a lot of shit to say Shut the fuck up and fall in line It's DJ Noodles, DJ Buddha, and Pitbull Congrats homie, I know you a free agent now I think it's time we go in on them Fix your face, Let's go [Hook 1: Pitbull (DJ Noodles)] Pit's loco: for no,no But he always rolls with like 18 hoes I'm tired of these boys with their raps About jets, about coke, about crack, about smack Little buddy here's the facts When it comes to the ride, they there first to bitch When they see them feds 'round they the first to snitch When they get that money, they the first to snitch And if you blow first aid, they the first to talk shit Pit's loco: for no,no But he always rolls with like 18 hoes I'm tired of these boys with their raps About jets, about coke, about crack, about smack *DJ Noodles!* Pit's loco: for no,no But he always rolls with like 18 hoes I'm tired of these boys with their raps About jets, about coke, about crack, about smack Little buddy here's the facts (fix your face) When it comes to the ride, they there first to bitch When they see them feds 'round they the first to snitch When they get that money, they the first to snitch And if you blow first aid, they the first to talk shit [Verse 1: Pitbull] I learned not to trust, not to care Me I just breathe, and I'm taking they air Me I don't talk, I don't have time to share They can walk it out but they going nowhere I see em like kids: I don't hit em, I spank em They try to oversee me, me I'm overseas banking They still in the hood with the coke and weed stinking Do yourself a favor, don't get Abraham Lincoln See them haters in the club asking what they drinking Look them in the eye, you can tell what they thinking They think that they Pit's cuz they got a ring on they pinky And stretch a lil' coke like slinky, Please! [Hook 2: Pitbull] We about the cream, we about that bread, we about that cash We about the cream, we about that bread, we about that cash We about the cream, we about that bread, we about that cash We about the cream, we about that bread, we about that cash [Verse 2: Pitbull] My nights are getting shorter, my nights are getting longer I'm on the road, moving quietly, getting stronger My prime game is, hard to describe I can feel the Envy, I can feel the hate, I can feel your body You can feel, that you feel, that I'm always something' Yeah right, that when the things go to jumping in the cage Used to ripping in that moss, word goes the pumping Your boys rappin' say a whole lot of nothing Im like that, to coke in water When you'll think I dissolve, I come back harder I add the nigga that made magic When he threw the coke in the pot So we call him Harry Potter Time ain't, Estée Lauder It ain't something you can make up, so wake up Don't you little drug dealers got cookies to bake up Only time you'll every cut a cake up Is during you birthday, these chicos are hungry, these chicos are thirsty But really it hurts man, in the worse way To put sludge through people that I used to show love to [Hook 2] [Outro: Pitbull] We about that!