[Chorus: x2] Money, hoes, cars and clothes That's how all my niggaz know Blowin dro, twenty-fo' That's how all my niggaz roll
[T.I.] In a drop top Chevy with the roof wide open My partners looking at me to see if my eyes open Cause I've been dranking, and I've been smoking Flying down 285 but I'm focused Four fifty four's, I race Porsches White leather seats, as fresh as Air Forces Doing bout a hundred but the track still bumping Number 8 on N.W.A., "Straight Outta Compton" Pull up at your apartment sitting on 20 somethings And the dope boys holling "what's happening", kid running in The clicks start dancing and the broads start choosing And the cars been parked but the rims keep moving Sign pictures by the hundred, to the youngins in the hood Cause I ain't Hollywood, I come from the hood I'm used to it, if your rear view shaking and your seats vibrating 24 inch Dayton's got the Chevrolet shaking
[T.I.] I'll make a mill' and I'm satisfied, I'll get the rest Underaged civilian in the tightest ride, I want the best I refuse to get a 9 to 5, I'm a flip my ki's Been paying my dues since eighty-nine, trying to get my cheese Diamonds gleam when I'm on the scene, they know its me Ain't no dream or no fantasy (bitch) it's T-I-P Brought busting, like a baby do a blanket Five karat VVS's on my motherfucking pinkie Half of Hennessy and Belvedere What we drinking, pimp squad send for broads What the hell you niggas thinking Young nigga spending weekends on the islands in the fall 24 inch rim shining when I'm riding cause I'm balling I'm calling out shots like a pool shark My tools spark in the dark when I fool marks Y'all fools hearts in the wrong place at the wrong time I got a strong mind to grab my chrome nine And shoot at your ass for a long time But I'm a get that ass hauled off, fuck around with the click They'll be looking for your dick wit a stick Nigga y'all soft, so y'all lost, cause I'ma ball at all costs Spit game at a dame, make her ride on this thing Til she falls off and sucks balls off, I got the
[T.I.] I'm not bouncing little shorty, I'm relaxing right now I probably still be trapping if I wasn't rapping right now Bragging about pistols at the house, I want 'em strapped right now Keep on talking folk, I'll lay you on your back right now Want ta act right now, get smacked right now I'm a buck a motherfucker, I don't know to back down Clown down here faking, fronting Talking bout what you making, nothing I'm 21 and 10 years deep, that shit to me ain't nothing I'm raised by the niggas getting head from the jays Lose your leg when I spray, end up dead from the 'K Stay ready for the raid, paid heavy from the yay I told my class to kiss my ass, I smoke 11 everyday
Writer/s: ALDRIN DAVIS, CLIFFORD JOSEPH HARRIS
Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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