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| [T.I.] Say man Old niggas told me there two types of nigga I life you know Niggas who talk that shit And niggas who do that shit (chorus) Let them niggas gon hate cos they got to What I care about you Hey you know I been doing this for years Other niggas saying wait, I ain’t got to Other niggas cop two And you know I been doing this for years why theses niggas gon hate? Cos they got to Never let em stop you Hey you know I been doing this for years Other niggas sayin wait, I ain’t got to you know I been not to you know I been doing this for years. Verse 1 Hit the club do it big Show these niggas how I live 100 gs for the chain Couple mill for the crib If you had it like I had I bet you do it like this Lamborghini dubs going up Looking so sick I make it rain I make it rain In any club that I go into Toss a couple stacks out Ballin yeah that’s what I do And these niggas know exactly what I’m riding on (what you ride homie) 24 inches on the old school Beat up knockin These hoes keep jockin And these tags imma pop em I’m a real show shopper Sold out shows everywhere I go Just to hear the young boy from the old ways flow When it comes to the money imam get that doe Imam get that doe nigga that’s for sho Can’t nobody do it quite like this man They cool but they ain’t like this man Got ice on my neck and my wrist man Ya’ll niggas can’t do it like this man And im stil on top whether you like it or not Nigga I won’t flop What you think cos I sold a couple of million I’m gon stop? (Chorus) (Verse 2) These Nigga can’t do it like I Everyday this nigga stay fly 26 inches be on my ride Hear my dubs be suicide Still black card spending If it’s hot then I’m in it When it comes to the hoes you know imma get em At the mall everyday so you know that I’m fitted Everything that I done hop in undid it Tell these men first time I drop 6 years later still on top Makin these hits but it ain’t gon stop Imma get this money til my casket drop And yes, yes my nigga imma baller They had to nickname me Mr tear the mall up Clip the bar When I hit that mall Shut the whole mall down Buying everything I saw And these lame niggas hating on me cos they hoes all want me Hey it ain’t my fault You should havin it, check homie Something like a pimp Yeah I ball from a sip So much money in my pocket got me walkin with a limp And you say you got money but I ain’t like this Amd imma keep shinin on you haters so sick Haha (Chorus) |
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