Lyrics Language: English Song writer/composer(s): Clifford Harris, Aldrin Davis
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T.I.24's Lyrics:
money, hoes, cars and clothes, that's how all my niggas know
blowin dro on 24's,
that's how all my niggas roll
money, hoes, cars and clothes, that's how all my niggas know
blowin dro on 24's,
that's how all my niggas roll
[T.I.]
in a drop top chevy with the roof wide open my
partners looking at me to see if my eyes open cause
I've been drankin, and
I've
been smokin and flying down 285 but I'm focused its
a four fifty four, SS, I race Porsches.
white leather seats,
as fresh
as air forces doing 'bout a hundred but the track
still bumping number 8 on NWA straight out of
Compton pull up at your
apartment sitting on 24s and the dope boys, saying
the kids running in the clicks start dealing and
the broads start
choosing and the cars been parked but the rims keep moving
sign pictures by the hundred, to the youngins in the hood cause I
ain't Hollywood, I come from the hood I'm use to it,
if your rear view shaking and your seats vibrating
24 inch jays got the
chevrolet shaking
[Chorus]
money, hoes, cars and clothes, that's how all my niggas know
blowin dro on 24's,
that's how all my niggas roll
money, hoes, cars and clothes, that's how all my niggas know
blowin dro on 24's,
that's how all my niggas roll
[T.I.]
I'll make a mill and I'm satisfied, I'll get the rest
at the age of seventeen, entertaining the rides, I
want the best I
refuse
to get a 9 to 5, I'm a flip my keys been paying my
dues since 89, trying to get my cheese diamonds
gleam when I'm on the
scene, they know it's me ain't no dream or no fantasy
b*tch it's T I P brought busting, like a baby do a
blanket 5 karats on my
motherfucking pinkie, half of hennessy and belevedere
what we dranking, pimps send for broads what the hell
you niggas
thinkin, yall niggas spend a weekend in the islands
in the fall, 24 inch rim shining when I'm riding
cause I'm ballin I'm
calling out shots like a pool shark my tools spark,
when I fool yall, yall fools hard in the wrong place
and the wrong time,
got a strong mind to grab my dro nine, and shoot at
your ass for a long time but I'm a get that ass,
all dog, fuck around
with
the click get shot like a dick with a stick, cause
yall lost cause I'm a ball at all costs, spit game
at a dame, look
around at this thang till she falls off
[Chorus]
money, hoes, cars and clothes, that's how all my niggas know
blowin dro on 24's,
that's how all my niggas roll
money, hoes, cars and clothes, that's how all my niggas know
blowin dro on 24's,
that's how all my niggas roll
[T.I.]
I'm not bouncing little shorty, I'm relaxing right
now I probably still be trappin if I wasnt rapping
right now bragging
about pistols at the house, guess whos strapped
right now keep a talking I'm a lay you on your back
right now wanta act
right now,get smacked right now, I'm a bankhead
motherfucka I don't know to back down, clown down
talking to your friends,
talking about
what you making I'm 21 in 10 deep, that shit to
me ain't nothing , getting played by the niggas
getting head, for the
change,
my lead wanta spray and your dead with decay, they
ain't ready for the raidpay heavy for the yay, tell
my class to kiss my
ass, I make a 11 everyday
[chorus]
money, hoes, cars and clothes, that's how all my niggas know
blowin dro on 24's,
that's how all my niggas roll
money, hoes, cars and clothes, that's how all my niggas know
blowin dro on 24's,
that's how all my niggas roll
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