[T.I. 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. Verse 1] I'm getting my hustle on and I'm rollin' Got whatever getting that paper Fresh out of prison, I'm glowing Middle finger raised to 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 it's messed up just like her make up Got an elephant memory it's flawless I remember all of y'all who was talkin' Got a good mind to run in your office Whoop your ass in front of your bosses My partner died in my honour I'm responsible for his mama His daughter too, bet you she can go whatever college she wanna Still wrap rubberbands in my bank roll, broke something I can't go Bitch yellin' out I'm the shit I'm like tell me something I ain't know My broker cost in my stokses Up 20% to my profits, increases even in my absence So my attitude is obnoxious 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' brocoli [Hook] [Trae Tha Truth Verse 2] I'm the king of Texas I put on On the block, tryna' 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 bidness 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] [T.I. Verse 3] 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 ho she passin' out Before she hit the ground I'm mashin' out I'm bossin' up and I'm stayin' down Got racks on racks just laying round [Hook]
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