[Intro: Red Cafe]

Need some more light in this motherfucker

Real niggas live forever

Shake down

Look

[Chorus: Red Cafe]

We up in here

We up in here

We up in here

We up in here

Shake down

We up in here

We up in here

We up in here (yeah)

We up in here (yeah)

We up in here (yeah)

We up in here

We up in here (lighter)

Shake down

We up in here (Hell's Kitchen)

We up in here

We up in here

[Verse 1: Red Cafe]

Up in here with my niggas

Just a bunch of coke dealers

I'm known to be a big tipper

Tell the waitress bring me more liquor

Got bankrolls in my knapsack

[?] down on my snapback

Find me right on Wall Street

Droppin' digits on Nasdaq

Ride around in my Lincoln

This boss life I'm living

Got so many hoes (what?)

Niggas thinking I'm pimping (yeah)

Button fly Levi's

Shell Toe Adidas

She don't got no panties on

Just a skirt and knee highs

Yeah hallelujah

My jewelry on ice box

Course I got a shooter

Shit, I'm Mr. Nice Watch

Miami, we run this (dolla)

D.C., we run this (dolla)

Shorty feel me in her belly like she doing crunches

Mama asked what I'm on

She wanna feel that python

Man that's how you feel?

Send a preview to my iPhone

Everyday she wake up

Straight to [?]

I just poured up some Ciroc (why?)

Cause she was feeling peachy (huh?)

Tell them niggas I'm on one (yo)

Winning streak, a long one (yo)

Get it how you get it

But don't try me, I'm the wrong one

Shake down forever

Real nigga forever

On my Makaveli, with that semi in my leather

What's up?

[Chorus: Red Cafe]

We up in here (yo)

We up in here (yo)

We up in here

We up in here

Shake down

We up in here

We up in here

We up in here

We up in here (Ay)

We up in here (Ay)

We up in here (Fat Trel, nigga)

We up in here

Shake down

We up in here

We up in here

We up in here

[Verse 2: Fat Trel]

OK, first of all, he D.C

Strap in my North Face fleece

I whipped up, stunt down

Can't come down in your yay [?]

Miami, we get that

[?] 'bout eight freaks

All black like four straps

Don't bullshit if they shit's weak

Careful how you greet me

Bitch I smell like [?]

And you not rocking 'posites

So fuck it, I want your Jeep

Nigga, this a stick up

Don't make that chopper lift up

Then hit him on that movie shit, but we not shooting cinema

Eating off the floor, like a dog, cause I'm feeling her

Everyday I'm drilling her

Plus I keep it real with her

[?]

Headshot, that case closed

Killer hit the club like I'm innocent, I'm J.O

Niggas say like O.J

No glove, no trace

And I'm creeping with your bae

She say let's skip that foreplay

Boujee she do Louie, Gucci, we see you do Dolce

[?] with Jose

"Fuck me", what your ho say

Bitch I'm eating steak and shrimp, and fish, and chicken rosé

Ecstasy for breakfast, red braid, purple Kool-Aid

Slip in with two stripper bitches, pussy [?] it's too late

Get behind the wheel, I'm rollin' [?] I'm whipping two lanes

[Chorus: Red Cafe]

We up in here

We up in here

We up in here

We up in here

Shake down

We up in here

We up in here

We up in here

We up in here

We up in here

We up in here

We up in here

Shake down

We up in here

We up in here

We up in here