We Up

[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