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Featuring Lil Wyte & Young Dolph Shouts out to the homie DJ Squeaky Shouts out to the homies Lil Wyte and Young Dolph I never seen this one coming You know what? We spend this shit, we in here Yea! My feet up How you doin? How you feelin? Raise your motherfuckin hands to the ceiling We in the building, we in the building We in the building, we in the building So how you doin? How ya feelin? Raise your motherfuckin hands to the ceiling We in the building, we in the building We in the building, we in the building Halle Berry called me, she say MJ wutchu doin? I say chill it really baby, I’m just lookin for the chewin I’m just hanging out kickin it with my fuckin homies And if you think you lonely now Bitch, you just gon be lonely Cause I just stand in the middle of the club with a cognac Kanko Back, cuz I’m feelin kinda fucked up Letras de cancionesBut at the same time I be feelin kinda good Got the feelin like nobody here tonight can really touch us Pimp type, pimp J, yea I’m in the building Some of yall real and some of yall squealing Some of yall looking for a sexual healing I’m just tryina stack money to the ceiling I’m just tryina make a motherfuckin ho get J Lo, VI, CI Talk little shit and I spit a little PI MP make that girl wanna be my Bitch! Ride in the Caddy with the top off Artillery just in case shit pop off Work all day, I am not off Kids have tried to the bridge need to hove off How you doin? How you feelin? Raise your motherfuckin hands to the ceiling We in the building, we in the building We in the building, we in the building So how you doin? How ya feelin? Raise your motherfuckin hands to the ceiling We in the building, we in the building We in the building, we in the building Well I put it down for my side of town Bay Area bitch, I’m Fraser bound Still yelling I know it, know I need the lawful erections to pull on that crown I smoke that kush (smoke that kush) I stay fly ho (stay fly ho) Cigarillo like a lumberjack, like MJG I stay high ho On that Memphis shit, I’m still rollin with the motherfuckin mafia Ever since this white lives in 2012 while it’s going down I’m so up in the fucking mix And I swear to God I might not get enough drugs in my pocket to create a party And I can’t believe a grip wit you But I spill vodka, fuck that Ron McCartney Slot about my motherfuckin money, I’m a real motherfucker I don’t see a damn thing funny Represent the M the only way that I know how But it’s Squeaky on the beat so I’m gon have to jump gunnin Better recognize, I’ve been in the game for 10 years But to me I’m just getting started Ballin, J knew what I was doing in ‘01 But they picked me up and now these bitches doin a party How you doin? How you feelin? Raise your motherfuckin hands to the ceiling We in the building, we in the building We in the building, we in the building So how you doin? How ya feelin? Raise your motherfuckin hands to the ceiling We in the building, we in the building We in the building, we in the building Yea bitch we in here Hold on, I got this All I make is just movies Niggas just sit back and watch this I put on for the whole city Go extra hard for my neighborhood Counting bread and cash, throw your chiddy South Memphis, we in the building Yea I put that bitch in her place Hate to make lil mama get right She put bitch in check cuz I came up up and pimp type Light it up, take flight I stay sharp as a steak knife I always follow my first man I do what I want, I don’t think twice See Lou and I’m puffin nigga Big scraps, no Toscany nigga 100 mill, I brought a steel trap Just cause I’m addicted to hustling nigga Just crack the seal of medicine Activist, no night queer I heard that they be lookin for me MJ tell em we right in here How you doin? How you feelin? Raise your motherfuckin hands to the ceiling We in the building, we in the building We in the building, we in the building So how you doin? How ya feelin? Raise your motherfuckin hands to the ceiling We in the building, we in the building We in the building, we in the building From Letras Mania