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

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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 I´mma 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
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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 I´m 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?

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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 I´mma 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
I´mma get this money til my casket drop
And yes, yes my nigga I´mma 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 I´mma keep shinin on you haters so sick Haha

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