[Produced by London On Da Track] [Intro] (We got London On Da Track) Yea nigga TIP in this motherfucking with me nigga To the max with it (Racks) I count six shots [Verse 1: 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 dimps 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, know 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!? Aye buddy, aye buddy Listen what my nigga Tip say [Hook: T.I.] 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 Turn it! [Post-Hook: Young Thug] I pack an 11, I pack an 11, ooh I ride in a gator, my shoes are Giuseppe, ooh I'm S.L.I.M.E. like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend, aye Pants out the Gucci store, they stuffed with lettuce, aye She try make the extras, I told on these bitches, hey When it's bout time to pay I'ma bail on these bitches, hey [Verse 2: 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" Put your money down, I could buck a hard 4 You playin' with it, I'ma send 'em through your car door My watch flooded, shit sick, got Parvo 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 [Hook] + [Post-Hook] [Verse 3: 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 [Hook] + [Post-Hook] [Outro: 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
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