(Bridge)
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I say now check this, dig that
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Dig that, dig that hey
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(Hook: T.I.)
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Check this, dig that
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You know I be getting that
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Money and them big stacks,
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You broke ? I can fix that
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Yea, you broke ? I can fix that
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Yea, hey hey hey
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I say now check this, dig that
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You know I be getting that
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Money and them big stacks,
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You broke ? I can fix that
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Yea, come and see me, I can fix that
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Yea, hey hey getting money nigga
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(Verse 1: T.I.)
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I¡¯m getting my hustle on and I¡¯m rolling, got whatever, getting that paper
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Fresh out of prison, I¡¯m glowing, middle finger right to them haters
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Get your chick before she gets stolen, one of my pop the Shirley may take er
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Send her back to you ? pussy swollen, so it messed up just like her make-up
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Got a elevate memory it¡¯s flawless, I remember all of ya¡¯ll who was talking
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Got a good mind of running your office, whoop your ass in front of your bosses
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My partner died, in my honor I¡¯m responsible for his mama
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And daughter too, I bet you she can go whatever college she wanna
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Still rap rubber bands in my bank row
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Broken something ? my kanko
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Bitch yelling now I¡¯m the shit, like tell me something I ain¡¯t know
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My broken collars and my stocks is, up 20% so my profits
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They increasing even in my absence, so my attitude is obnoxious
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Contract almost expired, they get one more album off it
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Then go to Egle Brotham, make my contract biggie boss shit
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Got bitches on my sashis, and feel them really watchin
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Just one more year of paper and I¡¯m back to blowin broccoli
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(Hook: T.I.)
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Check this, dig that
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You know I be getting that
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Money and them big stacks,
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You broke ? I can fix that
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Yea, you broke ? I can fix that
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Yea, hey hey hey
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I say now check this, dig that
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You know I be getting that
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Money and them big stacks,
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You broke ? I can fix that
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Yea, come and see me, I can fix that
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Yea, hey hey getting money nigga
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(Verse 2: Trae Tha Truth)
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I¡¯m the king of Texas, I put on
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All the block tryina put the whole hood on
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Stay stiff, while them other niggas still wrong
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Street shit, only think of niggas still on
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My niggas on death row, same shit like sheeps
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Add a 2 fuck, things should been good
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Tell them I got a million, never gotta worry ¡®bout a thing,
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I represented the best I could
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Blackened paper in the background
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She get flipped and I¡¯m back to the trap
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Trip locked up with something that clap
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If you don¡¯t get that then bitch will get slapped
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Bitch I pop it, get this droppin
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From the other hood, same place I got shot up
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I won¡¯t be stopped, probably why you niggas see
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Money getting big like look what I got up
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You ain¡¯t seen that baby got over that drop
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Chase that ice and bitch I stay hot
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Yea I¡¯m truth, that¡¯s what you like
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It¡¯s my time, fuck yo pack
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I got my team strong and my guns loaded
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City mine, the whole hood 40
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This murda business, they know I showed it
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Suicide, both doors flowded
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Me and Tunechi DOD, got that work ? COD
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You¡¯re then living free, you gotta pay a fee
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That talk include but ain¡¯t shit to me
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Broke, I¡¯ll be damned if I go back
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This Sosa Gang and you know that
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We earn respect so you owe that
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With the middle finger I¡¯m like hold that
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(Hook: T.I.)
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Check this, dig that
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You know I be getting that
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Money and them big stacks,
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You broke ? I can fix that
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Yea, you broke ? I can fix that
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Yea, hey hey hey
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I say now check this, dig that
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You know I be getting that
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Money and them big stacks,
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You broke ? I can fix that
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Yea, come and see me, I can fix that
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Yea, hey hey getting money nigga
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(Verse 3: T.I.)
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So many lames and so much to say
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But that¡¯s another topic for another day
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They know face to face I clown nigga
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But you ain¡¯t talkin shit now nigga
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Don¡¯t try to doubt me up, you ain¡¯t down with us
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Am I angry bitch? Don¡¯t I sound better?
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Cause I¡¯m so sincere and so severe
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That you know the wall that I persevere
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I doubted all of my hooks
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That would be sucker level, my ghost fear
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I got no compassion, no understanding
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Like ya¡¯ll put yo asses so underhanded
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My rational is all whippin man
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Just smash |