MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
t.i. - all she wrote
[T.I]
Now I don't really care what you call me
just as long as you dont call me rude
I bet they knew as soon as they saw me
"Goodnight its over with" thats all she wrote
streets like cold Chicago
aint nothing new I've seen it all before
but still I ball like no tomorrow
goodnight it's over with thats all she wrote
all she wrote, all she wrote
I said it's over with thats all she wrote
all she wrote, all she wrote
Goodnight its over with that's all she wrote
[T.I Verse 1]
Its stupid how I'm going on everybody knowing that
I'm sewing up the game, destroying like they hate me for it
Eventually see they cant beat than with me they join
others sworn under oath, or banished left completely scorn
you tell lies, get caught, n-gga kick rocks
you never did blend in with the big shots
on the fast track, aint no need for no pit stops
I just laugh at, n-gga wishing it was this hot
guess they mad at me huh, really pissed off
better that than pissed on
I'm the Jetsons you the Flintstones
catch me in the end zone
high stepping prime time
thought you n-ggas been on
aint no blocking my shine
like my new air Yeezy's, you can see me in the night time
I get rich off living life, you check to check reciting rhymes
so call me what you want, wanna hate, have a nice time
while I get stupid paper, hey my dough aint in its right mind
(mind, mind)
[Chorus]
Now I don't really care what you call me
just as long as you dont call me rude
I bet they knew as soon as they saw me
"Goodnight its over with" thats all she wrote
streets like cold Chicago
aint nothing new I've seen it all before
but still I ball like no tomorrow
goodnight it's over with thats all she wrote
[Eminem -Verse 2]
Your staring straight into a barrel of hate
Terrible fate,
Not even a slim chance to make a narrow escape
Cupid shot his arrow and missed
Wait Sarah you're late, your train left.
Mascara and egg smeared on your face
Nights over goodbye, hoe
I thought that I told ya' the spilled nut aint nothing to cry over
Never shoulda' came within Range of my Rover
Shoulda' known I was trouble soon as I rolled up,
Any chick who's coming up after I blind fold her,
She still comes back to my crib,
Must want me to mess with her mind hold up.
She must've took me for some high roller.
But I wont buy her a soda
Unless it's rock n' roll cola.
Buy u a bag of fritos I wouldn't let u eat the fucking chip on my shoulder.
If you was bleach and I was hair I wouldn't die for ya
tryna pull 5 bucks from me is like tryna pulling 5 molars
you get your eyes swole up I'm on my straight grizzly
so why would I buy you a gay ass teddy you're already bi-polar
[Chorus 2 - Eminem]
Now I don't really care what you call me
you can even call me cold
these bitches know as soon as they saw me
its never me to get the privilege to know ?em
I roll like a desperado, now I never know where I'm gonna go
still I ball like there's no tomorrow until its over and thats all she wrote
[T.I - Verse 3]
The credit roller, curtain closer, movie over with
But don't get mad at me
go blame the chick who wrote this shit
ya life is sure a bitch
but she know I'm rich
that why she give me what I want and I just throw her dick
here I go again,
I kick this shit, give a damn, got it pouring in
Peso, Euro, yeah, ah ha, I'm paid never gon be broke again
see me posted in anything, wearing any chain
never gon see me toting anything
all you gon see is Bang!
its so nice where I kick it,
hate you never get to visit
yeah I'm on another level
but you n-ggas still can get it
its all over ?fore you finish
sorry bro this road we end it
won't give you the satisfaction of me giving you the business
[Eminem]
Yeah I guess life is a bitch ain't it Tip
And each one thinks "Say this shit"
Shirt off my back I wouldn't give you the dirt off my handkerchief
I'm giving these hoes a dose of there own medicine
Let em get a good taste of it
I'm sure you got that relationship memo by now
But in case you didn't
Imma stick this whole pad
full of sticky notes to your forehead and staple it
Life is too short and I got no time to sit around just wasting it
So I pace this shit a little bit quicker
That clock I'm racing in doubling time it
But I still spit triple the amount of insults in a tenth of the time
It may take you pricks to catch on
While you strong arm like Stretch Armstrong
Man I still say K-mart like theres an apostrophe "S" on it dog
And they say Mcdonalds isn't a restaurant well I guess I'm wrong
But if you gon tell me that the A&W aint the spot for the best hot dogs you can get the "F" on dawg
[Both]
Now I don't really care what you call me
You can even call me cold
These bitches know as soon as they saw me
Its never me to get the privilege to know
I roll like a desperado
Now I never know where I'm gonna go
Still I ball like there's no tomorrow
Until its over and its all she wrote
[T.I.]
The credit roller, curatin closer, movie over with
But don't get mad at me
Go blame the chick who wrote this shit
Yeah life is sure a bitch
But she know I'm rich
That why she give me what I want and I just throw her dick
Here I go again
I kick this shit, give a damn, got it pouring in
Peso, euro, yeah, ah ha, I'm paid never gon be broke again
See me posted in anything, wearing any chain
Never gon' see me tote in anything
All you gon' see is Bang!
Its so nice where I kick it
Hate you never get to visit
Yeah I'm on another level
But you niggas still can get it
Its all over before you finish
Sorry bro this road we end it
Won't give you the satisfaction of me giving you the business
[Eminem]
Man Tip told me on this hoe tip, best tip I could give you to hyp you
Is never to let these traits trick you
Mighty ambiguous of you to think I love slut, shit
Dig you hoe, take the shovel and dig you some dignity bitch
Shit you talk about some adivce that sticks with you
If I should listen to anyone tell me to stick to my guns
Like double stick, its you but fuck it Tip, its cold
I'm chillin like a villian like the penguin in his fucking igloo eating fudgesicles
I'd rather slip and fall in shit than fall in love with you
Before I tie a fucking knot I'd tie you in one bitch
You think this is some Nintendo game how fucking dumb is you
I'll give you some mumps before I split some lump sums with you
So here's a penny for your thoughts
But it won't buy you a chesseburger, but a nickle might just get you one pickle
Fuck it, its official so blow the whistle I got a trust issue
Theres a bombshell, scud missle!
I got this curse at you to fucking cuss at you
Like before I rap there was some motherfucking stud
Slut, this will teach you not to come drunk, stumbling my way fo shizzle
I still live like I bought you the Gilbert slot checks stob bizzle
So fuck sissors these checkers are bust like a blood blister
[T.I.]
And on my throne I remain
All alone in my lane
I'm as strong as they came
They were gone fo' they came
Now, I don't wanna hang
I slapped hands with the rap gods
They just wanna sabotage my hustle shawty that's why
[Eminem]
Now I don't really care what you call me
You can even call me cold
[T.I]
I bet the knew as soon as they saw me
"Goodnight its over with" thats all she wrote
[Eminem]
I roll like a desperado, now I never know where I'm gonna go
[T.I. & Eminem]
But still I ball like no tomorrow
"Goodnight its over with" thats all she wrote
All she wrote, all she wrote
I said "it's over with" thats all she wrote
All she wrote, all she wrote, all she wrote
"Goodnight its over with" thats all she wrote
t.i. - top back
[T.I.]
Haaaa...Mannie Fresh I got you nigga
I'm gonna show these niggaz what to do with one of your beats
I'm shuttin the whole block down
Here comes trouble homey
I'ma tell you how the king like to ride homeboy
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I like my beat down low and my top let back
Can see me ridin 24's with a chopper in the back
Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back
If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch black
[Verse 1]
I'm the man in my city ain't nobody fuckin wit me
You can ask the real niggaz and all the bad bitches
I'm a known drug dealer I always have 50's
And the thugs and the killers was all in class wit me
SS'S on 26's watchin some television
Shorty I'm never slippin got the berretta in vision
And ready to pop the clip in, ready to get to trippin
Ready to show these folks a celebrity pistol whippin
Pimp stolen' the automobile and the roof for the tag missin
Polices' try to pursue me it's nothin but gas given
Addicted to fast livin, yes I'm one of my dads children
Think I'm bad now shoulda seen me before I had children
Give dick to ya daddy's daughter and they oughta have children?
Hope he got some insurance cause I definitely have some endurance?
Kill her in Mississippi and drive her ass to Missouri
Still my waint pet drippin' while I'm woodgrain grippin
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
I got this Pimp Squad Click I know you hearda bout us
Young niggaz filthy rich and we ain't worried bout much
On this glock I clutch In God I trust
If a fuck nigga start bet his heart I bust
Got ya partners and the broad in ya car fucked up
What, ya under estimation thought a star wouldn't bust
I got the heart and the guts on this purp I blow
Move ten bricks daily tryin' to twerk five mo
Ya see the Cadillac swervin down Hollywood Road
On the flyest ?? in Cali fuckin Hollywood Ho's
On a pill and half with my partner Young Dro
Bumpin Goodie Mob Soul Food number fo
Other rappers' old dudes told dudes I'ma pro
With a loaded fo fo and a quarter brick of blow
(Hey) nigga don't you hit me less you buyin 6 or mo
My 24 blades glistenin and my 808 kickin
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I wear the crown down under man somebody better tell 'em
'For I spit a hundred rounds and have everybody bailin
I got some bitches in a Benz and my partners in the Chevy
And now we ridin Giovanni's and Asani's on Pirellis
If ya ever think ya tryin to run up on me just forget it
The clip in the chopper long as ya leg and leave ya shredded
Pistol way in the truck got my knife on tuck
Ya think he ain't getn stuck you got life fucked up
A couple stiches in ya hip will have ya night fucked up
Will he live? Will he die? Guess he might luck up
Meanwhile I'm racin my Ferarri like a light for a buck
Against Lamborghini Gallardo everytime I get a car...
[Chorus]
t.i. - whatever you like
I said you can have whatever you likeeeee
I said you can have whatever you likeeeeee
yeahhh
(Chorus)
stacks on deck
petron on ice
we can pop bottles all nite baby you can have whatever you likeeee
said you can have whatever you like (Yeah)
Late night sex so wet and so tight
gas up the jet for yu tonight and baby you can go where ever you like
I said you can go where ever you like
(Verse 1)
Anytime you want to
pick up the telephone you
kno it aint nothin 2 drop a couple stacks on you
want it you can get it my dear 5 million dollar
homes drop buisness
I swear
yeah
I want your body
need ur body
long as you got me you don't need nobody
you want it I got it
go get Ill buy it
tell them other broke niggas be quiet
(Chorus)
stacks on deck
petron on ice
we can pop bottles all nite baby you can have whatever you likeeee
said you can have whatever you like (Yeah)
Late night sex so wet and so tight
gas up the jet for yu tonight and baby you can go where ever you like
I said you can go where ever you like
(Verse 2)
Shawty you the hottest
love the way you drop it
brain so good swore you went to college
honey can't deposit
vacations in the tropic
cause everbody kno it aint tricking if you got it
and you aint never ever gotta go in your wallet
long as I got rubberband banks in my pockets
5-6
ride with
rims and a body kit
you aint gotta downgrade
you can get what I get
my chick
can have what she want
you goin anystore and handbags she want
I notice she aint ever had a man like that
2 buy you anything your heart desire like that
yahh
I want your body
need ur body
as long as you got me
you don't need nobody
you want it
I got it
go get it
Ill buy it
tell them other broke niggas be quiet
(Chorus)
stacks on deck
petron on ice
we can pop bottles all nite baby you can have whatever you likeeee
i said you can have whatever you like (Yeah)
Late night sex so wet and so tight
gas up the jet for yu tonight and baby you can go where ever you like
I said you can go where ever you like
(Bridge)
I'm talkin big boy rides
and big boy ice
let me put this big boy in your life
the thing get so wet it hit so right
let me put this big boy in your life (thats right)
I want your body
need ur body
as long as you got me
you wont need nobody
you want it
I got it
go get it
Ill buy it
tell them other broke niggas be quiet
(Chorus)
stacks on deck
petron on ice
we can pop bottles all nite baby you can have whatever you likeeee
i said you can have whatever you like (Yeah)
Late night sex so wet and so tight
gas up the jet for yu tonight and baby you can go where ever you like
I said you can go where ever you like yeahhhh
t.i. - king
[Intro]
You know, may no man, woman, child, nor animal
Walk a lifetime on God's green Earth
And not expect to be tested
Just observe and acknowledge when the
Occasion is risen to by champions, you know what I'm sayin'?
Let this speak for itself and handle me accordingly
When you see me nigga, it ain't no secret
You know what's happenin'
No fake, no flaw, man
Straight like that. It's the king, bitch
[Hook: Sample]
You lay it down, lay it down, you lay it down
I'm a king
[Verse 1]
Play around if you want and get hammered, leave you on your dick
I come from Atlanta, the '80s and '90s but we was as real as it gets
And that's why we still here
You best watch what you say, you could pay with your life tonight
Fuck around and get killed
As I pray to the Lord, tell him if I should die tonight
First let me put up a mil'
Inside of the hands of one of the men
Who's gonna go kill or go to the pen
If ever should blood out my body may spill
The nigga, their partner, their family, they're killed
I'm talkin' for real, you kickin' that rah-rah to me
I Lol, shit's haha to me
Nigga ever disrespect, I wave bye bye to him
Got a Maybach, it's just like a Mazda to him
Chew him, up like the mouth in the teeth
Or you drop to beneath the belly of the beast
Geesh, call me the chief
The capo, capisce? Got the streets on a leash
The way that I walk it, exactly the way that I talk it
One took a hit and he rest in a coffin
Forever for all of that shit he was talkin'
You go against me, what you better do, shawty, is
[Hook]
You lay it down, lay it down, you lay it down
I'm a king
(It's the king, bitch)
You lay it down, lay it down, you lay it down
I'm a king
[Verse 2]
Despicable me, I'm no typical G, got your bitch on her knees
When I skeet in her tree
Only came in here for what I wanted and shit that I don't
If you have it, you keep
I'm so diabolical, dick hard enough to cut molecules
You say she wifey, I say she a party girl
Type to eat bitches out when she on molly
You'll never know, which is to me that shit's obvious
She say you're pitiful, they think you're popular
That ain't gon' keep my lil' partner from poppin' yah
Take it, you droppin', you cement your bottle
So won't be no poppin' up, body's erased
No weapon, no charge, no witness, no questions
No stressin', no body, no case
Errbody okay, I will off that guy with my chopper, I throw it away
You can just buy me a cake
And most of the niggas you see standin' by me today
Were trappin' with me in the A
And down here we always three bitches, Rodeo, La
And killers who do what we say
This could be the end of you today
My gunner run into you today
Here's what I suggest you do when they spray
[Hook]
You lay it down, lay it down, you lay it down
I'm a king
(yeah nigga)
It's the king, bitch!
t.i. - let your heart go
We said we'll never be, just a memory yea
And even though it breaks my soul
Still, I never let your heart go
Runnin' way too fast, oh
Chasing down that blue grass
Yeah, hope I didn't break your soul
And no, I never let your heart go
Aye, man, remember all nigga we had
With 20 grand cash, it was all in the bag
We got it all with the crack
Lookin' for the plug in the mall with the gat
Nah, he neva loaned me a pad
But he loaned me a ride, put it all in the bag
I could ya just call me with that?
Actin' like ya think ya gettin' all it back
Still remember standin' all alone in the trap
Waitin' on a play, lookin' for a way
And then my big cou ppull up on me one day
Got his homie Toomp to put some beats on tap
And it been on since then
Damn, I can't believe you been gone since then
I really miss my nigga, Tremele I know you up there nigga
We said we'll never be, just a memory
And even though it breaks my soul
Still, I never let your heart go
Runnin' way too fast, oh
Chasing down that blue grass
Yeah, hope I didn't break your soul
And no, I neva let your heart go
And no, I neva let your
Remember we was just sixteen
Mind on one thing, gotta be street kings
Now we numb like morphine, to the gunplay, everyday is a war scene
But y'all were my nigga, no matter what I knew, could call up my nigga
And any bullshit involvin' my nigga
30 rounds in my clip spray it all for my niggas
You were just teenagers, prove it to the Gs in the hood we able
Just to ball on these haters, do a movie screen major
You and me, playa, why they have to give my nigga life?
We gon' ball like a dog till we bring 'em back
Really miss ya nigaa, ain't no mo'fuckin' lie
Pimp Squad till we die, free my nigga cap
We said we'll never be, just a memory yea
And even though it breaks my soul
Still, I never let your heart go
Runnin' way too fast, oh
Chasing down that blue grass
Yeah, hope I didn't break your soul
And no, I never let your heart go
And no, I never let your
I admitted I've seen back in the day how silly I seemd
Sellin' cocaine wasn't really my dream
Could get my family farther than anyone seen
And if anyone seen where I made it today, prolly really one thing
With 12 in the face, know he fittin' to run game
Ain't gon' trick me into sayn anyone name
Nope was just in the cell 'bout that
For weeks, I was mad as hell 'bout that
Police ain't shit, really wasn't my shit
It was his and they knew I was a playa bout that
Aye, for every time I'm strapped the 12 ride by ain't find my strap
Judge would a hit a nigga heart bout that
And nigga with some sense thankin' Got 'bout that
We said we'll never be, just a memory yea
And even though it breaks my soul
Still, I never let your heart go
Runnin' way too fast, oh
Chasing down that blue grass
Yeah, hope I didn't break your soul
And no, I never let your heart go
t.i. - new national anthem
I know radio prolly ain't gonna play this
But chopper going off in the hood man
Like Afghanistan or the Gaza strip somewhere man
Yeah, we hear it so much we probably numb to it by now
After all, it's the American way right?
Home of the brave and free (It's America)
Free just to murder me (land of the handgun)
Land of the beautiful (home of the shotgun)
Cursed by the hate we throw
(You're dead if you ain't got one)
Is this the new national anthem?
(It was like this before I got here baby, I ain't do it)
Is this the new national anthem?
(I ain't start it, I'm just a part of it, Turn It!)
You say this the home of the brave I guess
I say this the home of the K's and the vets
All alone with the J's smoking yay cause he stressed
On chrome with a Tek taught to spray for respect
I learned from the best used to stay in the "jects"
Bought work from the vets burning rubber in the vets
This as good as it gets used to play with the rats
Then I got older and learned stay away from the rats
God blessed this nigga, to hustle up and make eight figures
Turned from a goon to a great young nigga
No complaining just doing what it take young nigga
I was raised in a decade of hate young nigga
Always dodging polices because they hate young niggas
And we hate them too, 38 in him shoe
All the changes the system will take him through
He ain't a killer but he will if you make him do it
Homicide he'll ride, they'll put him on trial
Let him have a life sentence then do it with a smile
And he only 19, he ain't even had a child
As a child, told his mama he'll be gone for a while
And she cried, still they just put him inside
Now she all on her own because her other son died
Listen to the politician as he lied and he lied
He a snake in a suit, trying to hide in disguise
Home of the brave and free
(Well damn officer what did I do?)
Free just to murder me
(Hold up man don't shoot, I live over there)
Land of the beautiful (a man what you doin)
Cursed by the hate we throw (you trippin dawg)
Is this the new national anthem
(How many times has that ever happened to you
What the fuck do you know about
Being a black man in America?)
Is this the new national anthem
(And you wonder why we walk around with straps)
For the stars and the stripes prison bars and the pipe
Young nigga rolling weed in a cigar he can light
Bang red either blue selling hard and the white
Live by the gun, never run from a fight
Trayvon in a hoodie, walking through the neighborhood he
Didn't do shit to buddy, he didn't have to die did he?
I guess it's because his dad was a judge in the city
They didn't want him in the pen
With the thugs that could get him
A jury of his peers said all was forgiven
But touch one of mine, right or wrong, I? ma kill them
Fill them with the lead
Like they put in Martin Luther King's head
Like they killed Malcolm X, Edgar Hoover did that
You can catch me in the hood where they shooting niggas at
They don't know if Neighborhood or the Hoovers did that
Whether Piru or Vl's or Gds wit me we
Down to uprise from the Og's to peewees
Home of the brave and free (Don't get it fucked up)
Free just to murder me
(If you ain't found something you're willing to die for
You ain't fit to live)
Land of the beautiful
(To get something you've never had
You must be willing to do something you've never done)
Cursed by the hate we throw (I'ma die by mine)
Is this the new national anthem
(America, you've created a monster that refuses to be ignored
The gig is up)
Is this the new national anthem
(Yea, I'm with the revolution I just aint into that stupid shit.
Hell is you changing dog? What is you doin?)
Let me ask you something
If the kids are the future
Tell me why you can get more for being C. O
Than you can for being a teacher
Tell me why it means more to the government
To pay the people who got to watch over the prisoners
More than the people who got to keep the children
From becoming prisoners
That make sense?
Tell me why 9 ounces of crack will get you
More time than a rape right now
Tell me why them crazy white boys
Can tote a gun but I can't right now
Yea I had felonies, I done did dirt in the streets
But I ain't ever gave it to anybody that didn't deserve it
You know what I mean?
I ain't ever ran in no public place
With no pistol shooting no innocent people
I ain't never ran in no school, killing no kids
Man this is the result of you refusing
To deal with the issues at hand
We are a product of the environment you placed us in
We ain't do it
We just lived through it
Home of the brave and free (message to my people)
Free just to murder me
(Stop waiting on folk to help you, help yourself
It starts with you)
Land of the beautiful
(Get yourself out, reach back, get somebody else out)
Cursed by the hate we throw
(and that's the way we're going to get ahead)
Is this the new national anthem
(Sittin' around waiting on government
To do something for us ain't never gonna happen partner
They don't give a fuck about us)
Is this the new national anthem
But don't play into their hand partner
You making it easy for em, hell is you doin'?)
t.i. - about the money
[Young Thug]
Bustin' out the bando
A nigga jewelry real metal like a can opener
I went from rags to riches to a feature with Tip
I went from Smart Car to a bitch with some smart lips
And the F&N make my hip limp
I'm goin' fishin' with these little bitty shrimp dips
And my bank roll got a big dip
She gon' bring it on a big ship
Quite trill, no Quik Trip
I got drugs in the alley, no tip there
She just wanna have a good day
Smoke way more weed than a guy in L. A
I want them birds 'til next May
Never let em fly away
What! I heard ay
Listen what my nigga Tip say
[T. I. & Young Thug]
If it ain't about the money
Don't be blowin' me up, nigga I ain't gettin' up
If it ain't about the money
Ain't no use in you ringin' my line, stop wastin' my time
If it ain't about the money
Nah I can't even hear what you say, I ain't finna do shit
If it ain't about the money
Bitch, you can miss me with it, bitch nigga miss me with it
[Young Thug]
I'm packin' 11, I'm packin' 11
I ride in a gator, my shoes are Guiseppe
I'm slime like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend
Pants out the grocery store, they stuck with lettuce
She try make the extras, I told on these bitches
When it's bout time to pay I'ma bail on these bitches
[T. I.]
Ay what you think we in the neighborhood for?
Standin' at the corner store with a pocket full of dough
I'll be damned if a nigga wipe a hood hoe
Learned that from Ugk back in "Pocket Full of Stones"
Put your money down I could book a hard four
You playin' with it, I'ma send 'em through your car door
But while I flood the shit sick got prob' oh
I'm doin' it for black and yellow, free Hardo
The head honcho, nigga no Tonto, nigga
I'm quick to put some bricks in a Bronco, nigga
Niggas talk shit, well I don't respond to no nigga
No murder, no dough, no convo
[T. I. & Young Thug]
If it ain't about the money
Don't be blowin' me up, nigga I ain't gettin' up
If it ain't about the money
Ain't no use in you ringin' my line, stop wastin' my time
If it ain't about the money
Nah I can't even hear what you say, I ain't finna do shit
If it ain't about the money
Bitch, you can miss me with it, bitch nigga miss me with it
[Young Thug]
I'm packin' 11, I'm packin' 11
I ride in a gator, my shoes are Guiseppe
I'm slime like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend
Pants out the grocery store, they stuck with lettuce
She try make the extras, I told on these bitches
When it's bout time to pay I'ma bail on these bitches
[T. I.]
Aye, what you think we in the neighborhood for?
Standin in the trap, slangin good blow
Maybach used to slang that crack
Buy a stolen car while he bang that Ak
If you ever took a loss better bring that back
Catcha' witcha' betcha' heat will blow your brains bout that
Know you better be, on your best behavior when addressing me
Because, bye-gones, we don't let em be
Niggas disrespect me, I'm a catch a felony
For real, if you listen I can get you paid
But not interested in shit you say
[T. I. & Young Thug]
If it ain't about the money
Don't be blowin' me up, nigga I ain't gettin' up
If it ain't about the money
Ain't no use in you ringin' my line, stop wastin' my time
If it ain't about the money
Nah I can't even hear what you say, I ain't finna do shit
If it ain't about the money
Bitch, you can miss me with it, bitch nigga miss me with it
[Young Thug]
I'm packin' 11, I'm packin' 11
I ride in a gator, my shoes are Guiseppe
I'm slime like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend
Pants out the grocery store, they stuck with lettuce
She try make the extras, I told on these bitches
When it's bout time to pay I'ma bail on these bitches
[T. I.]
Ay, what you think we in the neighborhood for?
Standin' at the corner store with a pocket full of dough
I'll be damned if a nigga wife a hood ho
Learned that from Ugk back in "Pocket Full of Stones" nigga
t.i. - g shit
[Verse 1 - T. I. :]
I'm a rich nigga like I don't know
I can change if I wanna, but I won't though
Steer right even when I'm on the wrong road
Real talk from the heart what I'm known for
Skinny jeans, I don't do those
I'm the starter sub-par oughta shoot for
Fully automatic chopper, you could shoot though
Now I'm movin' five mil' when I shoot dough
Audemar, Hublot
One point five on the two-do'
Old hustle, new flow
Old money, new ho
Suckers prayin' I'm a chill, but I'm too cold
Long as I'm around, fuck they need you for?
Ridin' in the Chevy totin' three bricks
Since nobody wanna make G shit
[Hook - Watch The Duck:]
This is for the gangsters, for the pimps and hoes
This is for the dopeboy trappers sellin' halves and hoes
(Since nobody wanna make G shit)
They want G shit, give it to 'em
They want G shit, give it to 'em
I'm the one to give it to 'em
[Verse 2 - T. I. :]
If you don't know me let me tell you somethin', shawty
Still got them choppers, make you run from it
Camouflage, dog tag
Got 'em followin', when you see me better haul ass
Keep it G at all costs, what you call that?
Crack rock, hip hop, I done all that
Certified trap nigga, sucker, fall back
A broke nigga he may entertain all that
All left field, keep it true, nigga
Save the flash in the dance for a new nigga
Keep speakin' for the ones who ain't got a voice
Kill 'em dead only when they leave no other choice
How I see it, if you ain't down to die 'bout it
Don't write my time, slime, why the fuck we talking about it?
Still ridin' in the Chevy totin' three bricks
Since nobody wanna make G shit
[Hook]
This is for the gangsters, for the pimps and hoes
This is for the dopeboy trappers sellin' halves and hoes
(Since nobody wanna make G shit)
They want G shit, give it to 'em
They want G shit, give it to 'em
I'm the one to give it to 'em
[Verse 3 - Jeezy:]
Now what the fuck is an ounce? We smokin' bout an Lb
We don't even do the nine, sell it by the whole ki
And I'm a take this shit to trial, they got nothin' on me
They be on the Champagne, bitch, I'm 'bout to Od
Got a bag full of birds and motherfuckers gettin' robbed
Bars on the trap doors got it looking like a vault
Used to hit the highway over twenty of them things
Young nigga hit the club with the twenty unchanged
When Jay was beefin' with Nas I was sellin' cocaine
When Game was beefin' with 50 I was doin' the same thing
I was at the hospital, nigga, Meechy got shot
Fuck you niggas talking 'bout? I love that nigga like Pac
[Hook]
This is for the gangsters, for the pimps and hoes
This is for the dopeboy trappers sellin' halves and hoes
(Since nobody wanna make G shit)
They want G shit, give it to 'em
They want G shit, give it to 'em
I'm the one to give it to 'em
t.i. - check this dig that
[Hook]
I say now check this dig that, dig that, dig that
Hey, check this dig that, you know I be getting that
Money in them big stacks, you broke I can fix that, yeah
You broke I can fix that, hey, hey, hey
I say now check this dig that, dig that, dig that
Hey, check this dig that, you know I be getting that
Money in them big stacks, you broke I can fix that, yeah
Come and see me, I can fix that, yeah
Hey, hey, getting money
I'm getting my hustle on and I'm rollin
Got whatever getting that paper
Fresh out of prison, I'm glowing
Middle finger rated them haters
Get your chick before she gets stolen
One of my partner surely may take her
Send her back to you pussy all swollen
So and messed up just like her make up
Got an elephant mirror it's flawless
I remember all of y'all who was talkin
Got a good mind to run in your office
Swoop your ass in front of your bosses
My partner died in my anno
I'm responsible for his mama
His daughter too,
bet you she can go whatever college she wanna
Still that rough bands in my bank roll,
broke something I can't go
Bitch yellin out I'm the shit
I'm like tell me something I don't know
My broker cost in my stockses
Up 20 to my profits, inscreases even in my absence
So my attitude is up anxious
Contract all most inspired...
make my contract big and ball shit
Got bitches on my side shit, and field already watchin
Just one more year of paper, then I'm back to blowin brocolli
[Hook]
I say now check this dig that, dig that, dig that
Hey, check this dig that, you know I be getting that
Money in them big stacks, you broke I can fix that, yeah
You broke I can fix that, hey, hey, hey
I say now check this dig that, dig that, dig that
Hey, check this dig that, you know I be getting that
Money in them big stacks, you broke I can fix that, yeah
Come and see me, I can fix that, yeah
Hey, hey, getting money
I'm the king of texas I put on
On the block, tryina put the whole hood on
Stay stip, when them other niggas steer wrong
Street sip, only thing a nigga still on
My niggas on dip from same sip like shook
Attitude fuck they sippin good
Tell them I got a mill never gotta worry bout a thing
I represented the best I could
Stackin paper of rap, she get flipped and I'm back to the trap
Trap like... if you don't get that, the bitch will get slapped
Bitch I pop up, get this proper, ... same things I got shut up
I won't be stopped, by the way you niggas seen
Money getting big like look what I got up
You ain't seen that... drop, chain stay icy, bitch I stay hot
Yeah, I'm truth, that's what you lack
It's my time fuck your plot
I got my team strong and my guns loaded
City mine, the whole hood voted
This murda bizness they know I showed it
Suicide, both doors flooded
Touching dod, got that work, cod
They living free, you got a bfe
That talkin cool but ain't shit to me
I'll be damn if I go back, this sosa gang and you know that
We earn respect and you owe that
Get the middle finger like hold that!
[Hook]
I say now check this dig that, dig that, dig that
Hey, check this dig that, you know I be getting that
Money in them big stacks, you broke I can fix that, yeah
You broke I can fix that, hey, hey, hey
I say now check this dig that, dig that, dig that
Hey, check this dig that, you know I be getting that
Money in them big stacks, you broke I can fix that, yeah
Come and see me, I can fix that, yeah
Hey, hey, getting money
So many lanes, so much say
But that's another topic for another day
They know face to face I clown nigga
Why you ain't talking shit now nigga
Don't try to death me up, you ain't down with us
When I'm anger bitch, don't I sound better?
Cause I'm so sincere, it's so severe
That you know through all that I persevere
I died along my hopes still... my ghost to fear
My rational is all... just smash the gas take full advantage
My patience short, my temper bad
So you will find me everywhere you ain't at
Head to the bank with the chip we got
I hug your hoe she passin out
Before she hit the ground I'm mashin out
I'm bossin up and I'm stayind down
Got racks on racks just laying round
[Hook]
I say now check this dig that, dig that, dig that
Hey, check this dig that, you know I be getting that
Money in them big stacks, you broke I can fix that, yeah
You broke I can fix that, hey, hey, hey
I say now check this dig that, dig that, dig that
Hey, check this dig that, you know I be getting that
Money in them big stacks, you broke I can fix that, yeah
Come and see me, I can fix that, yeah
Hey, hey, getting money
t.i. - that s what i thought
[Intro: T. I.]
Nigga that's what I thought, I thought
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Yeah pussy nigga that's what I thought, I thought
[Chorus: T. I.]
Better go on with that bullshit, we know you ain't doin shit
Walkin round, talkin loud, still ain't got into it yet
We be on that hood shit, you know how we do it bitch
Nigga walk up to a bitch, nigga tell ?em you a bitch
And you flaw (you flaw) and you soft (you soft)
Yeah pussy nigga that's what I thought
Ay, ay you flaw (you flaw) and you soft (you soft)
Yeah pussy nigga that's what I thought
[T. I.]
Ay, I was the nigga with the tool out,
right in front the schoolhouse
Then the bigger nigga fail assassin, what it do now?
Catch him let him have it, nigga best be glad I cooled out
A fool wit it, hit a nigga hood, make him move out
Yeah, nigga know it ain't no hoe enough
Try Thursday night and Friday shit you go to blowin up
Better catch a clip on that block [?] Chevy go to showin up
Sho' 'nuff we at your do' and on ya ass soon as it open up
Nigga twice as old as us, knew we was 'bout that action too
Up and down the avenue, walkin wit a attitude
Try whoever ready for whatever, it don't matter dude
Best be on your P's and Q's
cause never know what Cap'll do
He kept a nigga on the news, he a fool wit it
Nowadays it's different, I don't understand how dude get
Computer doin it, makin threats over the internet
Talkin 'bout what you gon' do and you ain't did it yet!
[Chorus]
Better go on with that bullshit, we know you ain't doin shit
Walkin round, talkin loud, still ain't got into it yet
We be on that hood shit, you know how we do it bitch
Nigga walk up to a bitch, nigga tell ?em you a bitch
And you flaw (you flaw) and you soft (you soft)
Yeah pussy nigga that's what I thought
Ay, ay you flaw (you flaw) and you soft (you soft)
Yeah pussy nigga that's what I thought
[Mac Boney]
Yeah that's what I thought, and that's what I was thinkin
You know Boney be on point, especially when I'm drinkin
I play a hater smooth to the left side, pimpin off of Westside
And I don't take light to all the square types, I'm 'bout mine
Stomp a nigga ass like I'm tryin to mix some red wine
Be all on yo' ass like a canine, rewind
I start to bring the fists out, then I brought the pistols out
Runnin through the spot,
you done brought the brown niggaz out
Finger itchin now, should you get the bigger picture now
I want him out, a hater to get raw I will air him out
Think about, every single thing that you care about
Stare down the barrel of my bad news carrier
The more the merrier, a group of suckers
watch me tear ?em up
The boss said hurry up, while I go crank the McClaren up
You haters scared of us,
cause we known to make a cherry bust
You not prepared for us, we done came into yo' area
[Chorus]
Better go on with that bullshit, we know you ain't doin shit
Walkin round, talkin loud, still ain't got into it yet
We be on that hood shit, you know how we do it bitch
Nigga walk up to a bitch, nigga tell ?em you a bitch
And you flaw (you flaw) and you soft (you soft)
Yeah pussy nigga that's what I thought
Ay, ay you flaw (you flaw) and you soft (you soft)
Yeah pussy nigga that's what I thought
[Killer Mike]
Gilla Killer from the villa, Westside go-rilla
Go realer than these country-ass monkey-ass niggaz
These funky-ass niggaz, asswipe how I treat ?em
Fuck nigga how I greet ?em, first I beat ?em 'til they feed ?em
Might shoot ?em, might leak ?em, funerals I might preach ?em
right befo' I six feet ?em ? you already know the story bruh
Call the coroner, this sucker dead meat
I ain't never scared pussy nigga, I just dead beef
Eat it like Angus, sticky Cali bud,
knock a plug out your anus
If I aim higher leave yo' monkey-ass brainless
Front page constitution, damn I make a fuck nigga famous
Fuck nigga famous!
Now the call the governor, the mayor and the chief of the police
Tell ?em homicide is high ridin, I'm back on they street
Then, call the traffic gangstas and the suckers talkin lip
Tell ?em bang bang bang if a nigga speak on Tip
[Chorus]
Better go on with that bullshit, we know you ain't doin shit
Walkin round, talkin loud, still ain't got into it yet
We be on that hood shit, you know how we do it bitch
Nigga walk up to a bitch, nigga tell ?em you a bitch
And you flaw (you flaw) and you soft (you soft)
Yeah pussy nigga that's what I thought
Ay, ay you flaw (you flaw) and you soft (you soft)
Yeah pussy nigga that's what I thought
t.i. - no mediocre
All I fuck is bad bitches
I don't want no mediocre
I don't want no mediocre
I don't want no mediocre no
Bad bitches only
Ain't no mediocre
Don't want no mediocre
I won't hit no mediocre
You a bad bitch
Stuntin on the mediocre
On the mediocre
Stuntin on the mediocre
7 bitches with me and ain't none of them mediocre
From they head to they toes they so far from mediocre
Right hand in the air
I solemnly swear
I never fuck a bitch if she don't do her hair
No more, you won't get no dick if there's a bush down there
Girl I should see nothing but pussy when I look down there
You come fuck with a nigga what better to do
He call to ask how you doin tell him better than you, yeah
I'm kicked back with four pieces like a kit kat
Me fucking if you ain't a dime, just forget that
Pretty face fat ass, if she don't have
Have one of these, well I think I'll pass
I just handed her the keys to a new drop Jag
When she took it I took it back
You shoulda asked for a Benz
That's mediocre bitch
All I fuck is bad bitches
I don't want no mediocre
I don't want no mediocre
I don't want no mediocre no
Bad bitches only
Ain't no mediocre
Don't want no mediocre
I won't hit no mediocre
You a bad bitch
Stuntin on the mediocre
On the mediocre
Stuntin on the mediocre
7 bitches with me and ain't none of them mediocre
From they head to they toes they so far from mediocre
Heard he want to lay it down on Iggy Iggy
Gave it to him twice
Now he want a 3, Mike Bibby diva
But I need a bad boy
Rest in peace Whitney pardon me
But I don?t think none of these bitches fucking with me
Want a billboard bitch stop running in place
Heels on me saying gimme 6 inches of space
Courtside while designer frames cover my face
Now everybody in the game wanna get em a taste
I'm still Grand Hustle first lady fuck you pay me
Bet he won't go 12 rounds with the million dollar baby
I can change your life quick stop playing with me
And if you ain't talking money what you saying to me
All I fuck is bad bitches
I don't want no mediocre
I don't want no mediocre
I don't want no mediocre no
Bad bitches only
Ain't no mediocre
Don't want no mediocre
I won't hit no mediocre
You a bad bitch
Stuntin on the mediocre
On the mediocre
Stuntin on the mediocre
7 bitches with me and ain't none of them mediocre
From they head to they toes they so far from mediocre
I'm in Brazil with a bitch
Catch me in a mansion in the hills with a bitch
Get her out dem tennis shoes
Throw some heels on a bitch
I'm the type of nigga split a mil with a bitch
Hold up, only if she bad though
Out here trying to find someone that better than my last go
Take her to my castle
Drown her in my cash flow
Say your dick so little she can fit it in her asshole
Told me she can write this shit
No further than a cab go
Said I got that don dick
She wanna be my tutor
So she give me brain getting head on the scooter
Had sex on the beach
From Bermuda up to Cuba
I done fucked a lot of dimes
But I'm looking for a cute bitch
You the shit
What she say when she got to sit
When I ain't around
Give a damn who you do it with
Super thick pretty face
Ménage à veinte
20 at the same time
Wanna get ya rent paid
All I fuck is bad bitches
I don't want no mediocre
I don't want no mediocre
I don't want no mediocre no
Bad bitches only
Ain't no mediocre
Don't want no mediocre
I won't hit no mediocre
You a bad bitch
Stuntin on the mediocre
On the mediocre
Stuntin on the mediocre
7 bitches with me and ain't none of them mediocre
From they head to they toes they so far from mediocre
t.i. - rubber band man
[Chorus]
Ay, who I'm is?
Rubber band man
Wild as the Taliban
9 in my right, 45 in my other hand
Who I'm is?
Call me trouble man, always in trouble man
Worth a couple hundred grand, Chevys, all colors man
[Verse 1]
Rubber band man, like a one man band
Treat these niggaz like tha Apollo, and I'm tha sandman
Tote a hundred grand canon in tha waistband
Look'n fo' a sweet lick? well this is tha wrong place man
Seven tyme felon, what I care 'bout a case man?
I'm campaignin' to bury tha hate, so say yo' grace man
Ay, I don't talk behind a nigga back, I say it in his face
I'm a thoroughbred nigga, I don't fake and I don't hate
Check my resume nigga, my record's impeccable
Anywhere in tha A nigga how TIP is highly respectable
And tha M-I-A nigga I'm tryna keep it professional
'Cause all this tongue rastling finna have me snap'n, I'm tell'n you
From the bottom of tha Duval, Cakalacky to New York
And everybody show'n me love that's one to you all
Yeah, to all my Florida niggaz, my Cakalacky niggaz, my LA niggaz
[Chorus 2x]
[Verse 2]
Call me trouble man, stay'd in some trouble man
Some niggaz still hate'n on shawty so, they some suckas man
Got a couple fans that love to do nothing other than
Lick, suck, show no 'spect, but still I love 'em man
Dig it, lil' pimpin' got tha mind and tha muscle
Stay down on his grind put tha crown on tha hustle
Ay, I could show ya how to juggle anything and make it double
Weed, blow, reel estate, liquor sto' wit' no trouble
Young cats is play'n today Marvin Gaye of my time
Tryna stay alive, live'n how I say in my rhymes
My cousin used to tell me, take this shyt a day at a tyme
And told me Friday died, Sunday we a day in tha ground
I still smile 'cause somehow I know he see'n me now
And so I'm doing all my shows just like he in the crowd
Ay, throw ya lightas up for my cousin Toot, (Rest In Peace)
Aaliyah, Left Eye and Jam Master Jay.
[Chorus 2x]
[Verse 3]
Grand hustle man mo' hustles than hustle man
But why the rubber band? it representin' tha struggle man
My folk gon' trap, until they come up wit' another plan
Stack and crumble bread to get theyself off they momma land
Gangstas who been servin, since you was do'n tha run'n man
Went down, did 10, back 'round and rich again
That's why I'm young wit' tha soul of a ole man
I'm shell shocked, get shot slow ya roll man
Still ryde around with tha glock on patrol man
I ain't robbing, I'm just lookin for that dro' man
For ma niggaz slangin blow, pimpin' hoes
Rollin vogues, 24's
Let these other niggaz know
[Chorus 2x]
t.i. - dead and gone
[T.I talking]
Ay, lemme kick it to you right quick man,
Nawt on some gangsta shit man on some real shit
Anybody who been through the same thing I'm sure you feel the same way
Big Phil, This is for you pimpin'
[Hook: Justin Timberlake (T.I.)]
Ohh (hey)
I've been travelin on this road too long (too long)
Just tryin to find my way back home (back home)
The old me's dead and gone,
Dead and Gone,
And Ohh.. (hey)
I've been travelin on this road too long (too long)
Just tryin to find my way back home (back home)
The old me's dead and gone,
Dead and Gone, yeahhe
[Verse 1: T.I.]
Every had one of them day wish you would have stayed home,
Run into a group of niggas who gettin their hate on,
You walk by - they get wrong,
You reply then shit get blown,
Way out of proportion way pass discussion,
Just you against them pick one then rush them,
Figure you get jumped here thats next,
They don't wanna stop there now they bustin,
Now you gushin ambulance rushin
You to the hospital with a bad concusion,
Plus you hit four times but it hit yo spine,
Paralyzed waist down and ya wheelchair bound,
Never mind that now you lucky to be alive,
Just think it all started you fussin wit three guys,
Nigga pride in the way but your pride is the way you can f**k
around get shot down anyday,
Niggas die everyday,
All over bullshit, dope money, dice games, for ordinary hood shit,
Could this be cuz of hip-hop music,
Or did the ones with the good sense not use it,
Usually niggas don't know what to do when they back against the wall,
So they just start shootin,
For red or for blue or for blow I guess,
From Bankhead upto your projects,
[Bridge 1: T.I.]
No more stray now I'm straight,
Now I get it now I take time to think before I make mistakes just for my
family sake,
That part of me left yesterday
The heart of me is strong today,
No regrets I'm blessed to say the old me dead and gone away,
[Hook: Justin Timberlake (T.I.)]
Ohh (hey)
I've been travelin on this road too long (too long)
Just tryin to find my way back home (back home)
The old me's dead and gone,
Dead and Gone,
And Ohh.. (hey)
I've been travelin on this road too long (too long)
Just tryin to find my way back home (back home)
The old me's dead and gone,
Dead and Gone, yeahhe
[Verse 2: T.I.]
I ain't neva been scared I live through tragic,
Situations could been dead lookin back at it,
Most of that shit didn't even have to happen,
But you don't think about it when you out there trappin',
In the appartments hangin', smokin and rappin,
Niggas start shit next thing you know we cappin,
Get locked up then didn't even get mad,
Now I think about damn what a life I had,
Most of that shit look back just laugh,
Some shit still look back get sad,
Maybe my home boy still be around had I not hit the nigga in the mouth that time,
I won that fight I lost that war,
I could still see my nigga walkin out that door,
Who would've thought I'd never see Philant no more,
Got enough dead homies I don't want no more,
Cost a nigga his jump cost me more,
I'd a took that ass whoppin out for sure,
Now think before I risk my life,
Take them chances to get my stripe,
A nigga put his hands on me alright,
Otherwise stand there talk shit all night,
Cuz I hit you and you sue me,
I shoot you get locked up poor me,
[Bridge 1: T.I.]
No more stray now I'm straight,
Now I get it now I take time to think before I make mistakes just for my
family sake,
That part of me left yesterday
The heart of me is strong today,
No regrets I'm blessed to say the old me dead and gone away,
[Hook: Justin Timberlake (T.I.)]
Ohh (hey)
I've been travelin on this road too long (too long)
Just tryin to find my way back home (back home)
The old me's dead and gone,
Dead and Gone,
And Ohh.. (hey)
I've been travelin on this road too long (too long)
Just tryin to find my way back home (back home)
The old me's dead and gone,
Dead and Gone
[Bridge 2: Justin Timberlake (T.I. adlibs)]
I turn my head to the east, I don't see nobody by my side,
I turn my head to the west, still nobody in sight,
So I turn my head to the north, swallow that pill that they call pride,
That old me's dead and gone, but the new me will be alright,
I turn my head to the east, I don't see nobody by my side,
I turn my head to the west, still nobody in sight,
So I turn my head to the north, swallow that pill that they call pride,
That old me's dead and gone, but the new me will be alright, cause
[Hook: Justin Timberlake (T.I.)]
Ohh (hey)
I've been travelin on this road too long (too long)
Just tryin to find my way back home (back home)
But the old me's dead and gone,
Dead and Gone,
And Ohh.. (hey)
I've been travelin on this road too long (too long)
Just tryin to find my way back home (back home)
The old me's dead and gone,
Dead and Gone, yeahhe
t.i. - love this life
I know it can get kinda tough sometimes you know
I know you can kinda get carried away with yourself
But uh, why don't you be real with me
And be real with you at the same time
You can't get what you get here nowhere else, ma
Keep it real now
You know, you love, you know you love this
You, you know you love this life
Don't nobody do you like me
You know, you love
You, you know you love this life
Don't nobody do you like me
You know
Cavalli dress and high heels
And drop tops on hot wheels
We live how we wanna live cause we got mills
Them other barely, barely buy a hot meal
In Vip dem bottle poppin' do it B.I.G
Come get with T.I.P be ballin' til you d-i-e
A dozen bracelet see clearly
Take away your stress mean that sincerely
Problem solve 'em, nevermind that
Girlfriend see your bag, be like where you find that?
Plus, what's a what's a prenup you aint got to sign that
You up take half, I'mma make it right back
I'mma hustla, hustla to the heart
What's the sense in leaving me
And be back with them with them busters
Bentley for your birthday, Guiliard purse day
Deal with them stacks, know you gotta love that
You know, you love
You, you know you love this life
Don't nobody do you like me
You know, you love
You, you know you love this life
Don't nobody do you like me
You know
Man of respect on a big jet
With a big big and a big check
I pop big shit how good does it get
Ya leave me, where else you think you could get this?
Yeah, you could get another guy to beat that, beat that for ya
Them busters cowards though, and I'll take a bullet for you
Mansions, jewelry, all I need is for you
And me to have some understanding
Have a couple candid conversations
Your frustrations, I take in consideration
I'm rough around the edges, don't bat with me and be patient
And you're sadly mistaken if you think I'm into chasing
My heart is Rsvp I've extended an invitation
And dont go wasting your time with what they saying online
Your positions divine, don't believe look around
I got a strong mind and kind heart
With a soft kiss, but I love heart
You know, you love
You, you know you love this life
Don't nobody do you like me
You know, you love
You, you know you love this life
Don't nobody do you like me
You know
Don't you love this life like I love you
Anything you could ask, do it for you
Drop Jags, Birkin bags, Louboutin heels
Summer homes in Miami, Hollywood hills
Vacationing in Monaco, Ibiza
On the French Riviera with our feet up
Our lifestyles so rare, you know you ain't going no where
You know, you love
You, you know you love this life
Don't nobody do you like me
You know, you love
You, you know you love this life
Don't nobody do you like me
You know
t.i. - poppin bottles
[T.I.]
[chorus]
My section in the club, remy, rose
When you're all ready say go, okay
Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go pop
Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go pop
You see him standing on the furniture doing his thing
Tell the club owner, fuck you couch, rick james n-gga
Pop a bottle, make that thing go bloaw
Let her drink it till she drown
Atta girl gon' wild, pop a bottle
Bow, bow, bow?.
[T.I. - verse 1]
Bring the 1738 champagne the boss
Watch ya gettin' money make it rain buy a bottle
Pop a cork, dork
If i may retort
I ball just as hard tomorrow as the day before
I pop bottles but i don't pour
Save the glass for guys, we ballin' on a budget
F-ck it, let your glasses rise
I'm straight to the head with mine, why you acting surprised
Ask any hoe who know me, all i do is smash and ride
Buckets of bubbly, shake it up and let it splash in the eyes
No subtraction, only cash to divide
We gettin' money, bank roll, supersized
Whether rain, sleet, sunny
Let the good times roll and the bottles keep coming
[chorus]
[Drake]
Yeah, okay, bring that sh-t to poppa
I heard you talk bout other n-ggas
Them other n-gga no matter
The tag team back b-tch, boom shakalaka
Me and weezy run this bitch so bring me one soda and vodka
And a fiji for my n-gga cause the police probably watching
Man, probation is a bitch but going back is not an option
We be sunning all these n-ggas, put there ass up for adoption
And we start with straight shots, that get the bottle poppin'
We be working all night, telethon sh-t
Roll a super skinny one, chanel iman shit
Oooh, that?s that fire, that?s that have you calm sh-t
You with a lot of dudes, that's that elton john sh-t
Ahhh, to each his own, i like a fruit that's grown
I like a bad bitch from a decent home
Me and tip, thats that pimpin' that we preachin' on
And everybody tryna listen n-gga, speakerphone
[chorus]
[T.I.]
I know the sucker wish the judge threw the book at me
Cause i show up to the club, super cool, look at me
Everything brand new, you get money like who?
Spent 150 on my car and my audemar too
When i walk up in the spot, ain't nobody saw you
They see me like ''there he go''
Look at you like '' ahh who?''
Bought every bottle at the bar
Shortie you know how i do
I take em all across your, i ain't finna argue
Still big shut poppin, nothing changed but my clothes
Triple digits in my pocket, rubber band bank roll
Tell the bitch i take you places where your man can't go
Can't be, he ain't doing sh-t, if he ain't me
Cant you see the difference between us when i walkin to the door
Your twenty thousand worth of ones, start letting money go
Let it fly, throw some twenty when my one running wallet low
Fifty stack, i?mma show you how to ball, triple that.
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