Songtext In the building Mjg

In the building

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
But 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