Baddest in Here Songtext
von Webbie

Oh, yeah
What up? What up?
We in this bitch (Webbie, Trill ENT, Young Savage)
We in this bitch (I′m lookin' for the baddest bitch up in here)
We in this bitch (baddest bitch in here)
We in this bitch (I want her, I want her)
We in this bitch

Look, yeah
Niggas still talking thousands, man, that′s ol' money
I done got so much of cake, I'm gettin′ hoes money (oh yeah)
Like the Birdman, bitch, I got blow money
Lookin′ for a friend girl, tryna let her hold something
Pull up in a cold something, bought a whole dozen bottles
The club still bucking, called to throw somethin'
Just finished smokin′ a 'gar (baow), finna roll something (baow)
I got my people with me (baow), look like a hundred of us (baow)


Stupid ass chain on (chain on), I spent a hundred something
Bent her over like a dawg, I had her running from me (oh yeah)
Ask me where I came from, I told that hoe, "From nothin′"
Little pretty perky titties, booty like a bubble
Told me that she had a man, she do it on the under
You know that Savage gon' stay with the baddest one
Heard it was gon′ be jumpin', so I just had to come
I'm on a hundred dawg, what, who I′m lookin′ for?

We got big dollars, y'all got lil′ chips (yeah)
Champagne bottles, riding 'round in big whips (yeah)
We make it rain on ′em (rain on 'em), y′all make it drip drip (drip)
I'm tryna leave with the baddest bitch in here
Throw some cheese on the baddest bitch in here
Make yourself seen if you the baddest bitch in here
I believe she the baddest bitch in here
Yes indeed, you the baddest bitch in here (I want her)

Fuck that shit (shit), I want that bitch there
The pretty one, I don't like them sadiddy one (oh yeah)
Seen too many ratchet ass hoes gettin′ sitcoms
′Hind closed doors, all they do is suck big boys
The next time I go to the awards, I'ma get one
Matter of fact, me and Phat just gon′ just stick one
Really in the streets, man, I ain't just one
The microphone checker, they crack up under pressure


Lookin′ for the baddest bitch in here
And when I get her, I'ma hit her and forget her
And I name a nigga Trilla (oh yeah), I′ll admit it
Ain't the richest nigga, but my cake, straight
And most of these other niggas fake
Drinkin' Rosé, smoking on grapes
And I can sit here, and throw this money all day

Let ′em hate
Remind them haters don′t play
I'll hate to have to bloody up the place
I want her

We got big dollars (dollars), y′all got lil' chips (yeah)
Champagne bottles, riding ′round in big whips (yeah)
We make it rain on 'em (rain on ′em), y'all make it drip drip (drip)
I'm tryna leave with the baddest bitch in here
Throw some cheese on the baddest bitch in here
Make yourself seen if you the baddest bitch in here
I believe she the baddest bitch in here (baow, baow)
Yes indeed, you the baddest bitch in here (I want her)

I want my bitch to be a big fine ass juicy
And you don′t have to tell her (oh yeah), she know what she doing
Trill ENT, still here, still booting
The bitch standing still, but her booty still moving
Can catch me in a Benz, drop-top, just cruising
Or even in the club popping bottles with a cutie
When niggas holler at me, they say, "Webbie how ya do it?
Drop that kind of shit that just make everybody lose it"

These niggas rapping ′bout they gettin' money, can′t prove it
Nigga, I got nine or ten cars sittin' stupid (oh yeah)
And these niggas going to jail high pussy stupid
′Cause I done seen some hoes leave some niggas lookin' stupid
Cupid, y′all ain't players, y'all foolish
Spend ya last dollar on coochie, you a clown, you clown, no excuses
And we got money flying everywhere, so just excuse it
I want her

We got big dollars, y′all got lil′ chips (yeah)
Champagne bottles, riding 'round in big whips (yeah)
We make it rain on ′em (rain on 'em), y′all make it drip drip (drip)
I'm tryna leave with the baddest bitch in here
Throw some cheese on the baddest bitch in here
Make yourself seen if you the baddest bitch in here
I believe she the baddest bitch in here (bow, bow)
Yes indeed, you the baddest bitch in here (I want her)

(Baow)
(Oh yeah)
(Baow)