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!