Ay, boy don't spill my drink boy, pull it
Now listen, (Grand Hustle homie)
Everybody report to the bloodclot dancefloor
Wyclef all hands on deck (you love the beat)
(Boy, you know what it is)
Ay, (brat), Ay (brat), Ay (brat)
Yo T.I.P, talk to them bloodclot
I'm a real nigga, homie
Show six figga's on me
I got a pistol, you don't want it
Boy, you know what it is
I'm way flyer
My pay is way higher
If they ever mention sire
Boy, you know what it is
About that drama
You don't want no problems
Gotta love that lama
Boy, you know what it is
I get money
All I count is big money
This is all you get from me
Boy, you know what it is
Yo T.I.P., let them Little Rock boys know how you movin'
Boy, you know what it is
The wait is over here we go again I'm back in the plate
Gon' sell another couple mill and take it back to tha 'A
Gon' take that other couple mill and put it back in the safe
Five carats for the crib on the back of the lake
I'm iup in Crucial, two steppin' with the gat in the waist
T.I. ain't in the streets no more fo sho, is that what they say?
No more cryin' when you sayin', "Boy, you have to be great."
'Cause that pistol will hit ya in ya face yall peeps will have to replate
That's if you like it and if ya trust me it wont hurt me to take
A hundred thousand to them Haitians you'll be murdered today
I'm a real nigga, homie
Show six figga's on me
I got a pistol, you don't want it
Boy, you know what it is
I'm way flyer
My pay is way higher
If they ever mention sire
Boy, you know what it is
About that drama
You don't want no problems
Gotta love that lama
Boy, you know what it is
I get money
All I count is big money
This is all you get from me
Boy, you know what it is
Yo T.I.P, some boy wanna playa hate
Let 'em know who tha king of the south is
Talk to 'em
Women sweatin' when they see me, I'm apparently hot
Had the album of the year nigga, Grammy or not
Remember all day I used to stand in one spot
Two revolvers in my pocket pitchin' handlin' rocks
See me now choppin', there ain't a car I ain't got
I'm the #1 customer at my own car lot
If ya wanna know how much I make just imagine a lot
Even though I prolly gettin' more then you'd imagine I got
Listen close I need to know if you understand me or not
Because if ya disrespecting' me, you and your man'll get shot
I'm a real nigga, homie
Show six figga's on me
I got a pistol, you don't want it
Boy, you know what it is
I'm way flyer
My pay is way higher
If they ever mention sire
Boy, you know what it is
About that drama
You don't want no problems
Gotta love that lama
Boy, you know what it is
I get money
All I count is big money
This is all you get from me
Boy, you know what it is
Went from the king of the south to the king of the states
Ridin' in a car you probably never seen in the states
No idea how much yay I can bring in the states
You could get a hundred of 'em for a million today
Frank Lucas ain't the only one who made a million a day
But it's an American Gangsta right here in ya face
And you don't wanna see PSC on the scene with a "K"
You think you running and robbin', but that aint even the case
And just because you get away that don't mean it's okay
You a dead man walking and I mean it, okay
I'm a real nigga, homie
Show six figga's on me
I got a pistol, you don't want it
Boy, you know what it is
I'm way flyer
My pay is way higher
If they ever mention sire
Boy, you know what it is
About that drama
You don't want no problems
Gotta love that lama
Boy, you know what it is
I get money
All I count is big money
This is all you get from me
Boy, you know what it is
Some of dem boys want to talk what they have done
They guns sound like popcorn
Yo, you the king of the south?
Boy, you know what it is
Boy, you know what it is
Boy, you know what it is
Boy, you know what it is
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