Yeah We Gettin Rich

[Intro: Ludacris] Yeah we gettin rich Yeah we gettin rich Yeah we gettin rich, I said Yeah we gettin rich, bitch my whole crew eating Yeah we gettin rich, bitch my whole crew eating [Verse 1: 2 Chainz] It's Tity Boi, you know my demeanor 24 inches on the Beamer, mine cleaner Had a baby daddy saying man have you seen her And the nigga saying "yeah she with the nigga with the Beamer ATL finest, south side behind this My new nickname is Your Highness I'm the flyest I'm the brightest, I got the Midas touch Anything I touch I can bundle up and double up Switch lanes calm as fuck I ride around with money like an armored truck Wells Fargo, where's Harbo? Color purple, move weight like cargo And yeah I need cheese like nacho ASAP, pronto, this feeling is winning Cinco de Mayo, my connect just chilling But every other day I swear just like Christmas We got bags like Santa Claus, keys like piano, dawg When Hard came out he came out Muslim When Gold came out man, he came out jookin The life we chose hoes, clothes, dope, doe That's all a nigga know, yep [Chorus: Ludacris] Yeah we getting rich bitch My whole crew eating Yeah we getting rich bitch My whole crew eating Yeah we getting rich bitch My whole crew eating Yeah we getting rich Yeah we getting rich Yeah we getting rich bitch My whole crew eating Yeah we getting rich bitch My whole crew eating [Verse 2: Dolla Boy] Can't be fucking with you niggas while I'm dealing with these bricks That's the same shit that broke Michael Vick Shit happens, pick your best rapper in a battle Don't know enough Don't play with kids come back when you grown up Grown man shit, this is not Nickelodeon You wanna see a trick I can show you where I'm holdin em Trapper of the Year, the connect call me Say the pack in the air I got the check on me You boys been phoney talking bout what you holding Niggas bullshitting rapping boy, keep at least 2 on me Twin like fish in the suits saying who want em Trying to switch the page, today the coupes grey Tomorrow then it's beige, the next day it's orange While I'm sparring back and forth with a bitch that's foreign Taking off the glasses, smoking weed and laughing Time for some action, face in my lap bitch Just like Tit said I think about money I got chickens on my head and your bitch in my bed [Chorus: Ludacris] Yeah we getting rich bitch My whole crew eating Yeah we getting rich bitch My whole crew eating Yeah we getting rich bitch My whole crew eating Yeah we getting rich Yeah we getting rich Yeah we getting rich bitch My whole crew eating Yeah we getting rich bitch My whole crew eating [Verse 3: Ludacris] Disturbing tha Peace Luda! Listen How else can I explain it? Young, black and famous I shit dollar bills, I get money out the anus I own 12 houses, niggas still paying rent I tipped the maid 5 stacks and I ain't seen the bitch since Too much money, I don't know how to act with it So I ride around up in my 93 Ac with it Like it never happened, like I'm undercover Like women still licking my dick when I was Chris Lova What the fuck, death to you haters I wear black everyday like I shop with Darth Vader Keep the Luke Skywalker force is the chopper Furry mink coat straight looking like Chewbacca You can't stop us, even if you tried Closet looking like some gaters just crawled in and died And we have gathered here today for the mulah Rich niggas, Dolla Boy, Tity Boi, Luda! [Chorus: Ludacris] Yeah we getting rich bitch My whole crew eating Yeah we getting rich bitch My whole crew eating Yeah we getting rich bitch My whole crew eating Yeah we getting rich Yeah we getting rich Yeah we getting rich bitch My whole crew eating Yeah we getting rich bitch My whole crew eating [Outro: Ludacris] Playas Circle, nigga DTP Flight 360: The Takeoff Smoke one