Ace Hood - We Them n***as lyrics

[Hook] Anybody seen a waitress? Tell her bring more liquor All my dawgs in the building, and we smokin’ on that k**er Anybody know a hater? Middle finger to the ceiling Feelin’ like John Gotti – can’t nobody f** with us (turn up) We them n***as… we them n***as, we them n***as… All the bad b**hes know it (all the bad b**hes know it) We them n***as, we them n***as… Middle finger to the ceiling… We them n***as, we them n***as… We don’t really give a f**… ‘Cause we them n***as, we them n***as [Verse 1] I’m screamin’ “f** them other n***as ’cause I’m down for my n***as” Middle finger to the ceiling, everybody keep calm ‘Cause you’ve got some real n***as in the building And you don’t really look familiar – that’s your girl? My bad, in my ear she’s been begging me to hit her Oh lord! Oh lord! Have her really catching feelings all night from the club to the villa Know you’re chilling with the realest, I ain’t even gotta say it Blowin’ money, I don’t really mean to litter We them n***as, we them n***as from the bottom to the top Y’all mad? LOL – go figure Balmain on the feet, twenty bottles of the peach On the way, light ‘em up, light ‘em up I don’t really give a what, I don’t really give a what Mess around, I’mma buy the whole club I’m just really showin’ love That gon’ probably get ‘em mad, so sad All haters need a hug Take a hit of these d**, gettin’ high with my dawgs ‘Til the ma’f**in’ sun come up Let it pa**, puff puff [Hook] [Verse 2] I let them haters keep talkin’ while the money pile up I pull up in a two-seater, you see him with a bada** b**h Lil’ n***a, that’s a must Good Lord! Good Lord! Man, her a** so retarded it belong on a short yellow bus And she rollin’ with them n***as, but she knew that already Yeah, we heavy in this b**h like “what?” Now where you from, where you from? Don’t nobody else matter but your day one n***as from the jump Yeah we started from the bottom with a dream and a dollar Keep it real, shorty, I know you wanna f** Amen! Amen! Swear this watch that I’m wearin’ on my wrist Man, this sh** is pretty rare Everything I do big, all I do is set trends You can try it, don’t nobody really care Don’t nobody really care I can show you my committee, in my city Boy, I’m treated like the mayor Way the bezel gold is shining on a 100 grand Rollie Boy, it really ain’t a choice but to stare I’m just keepin’ sh** player… [Hook] [Outro] Let me hear you say “f** the n***as” ‘Cause we them n***as, we them n***as Let me hear you say “f** the n***as” ‘Cause we them n***as, we them n***as Let me hear you say “f** the n***as” ‘Cause we them n***as, we them n***as Everybody know they can’t f** with us ‘Cause we them n***as, we them n***as, what? ‘Cause we them n***as, we them n***as, what? ‘Cause we them n***as, we them n***as, what?