*featuring Lil' Kim
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[Intro - T.I. talking]
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As you see the O.G.s from Grand Hustle done laid it down again
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T.I.P. shawty
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Hey yo, this for all my homegirls like to see a baller do his thing
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Get ya shit together come on
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All the eight, nines, and dimes
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I'd like to welcome y'all to the best time of ya life
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Ya understand that
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All the stones is real
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And it's all chrome on the wheels, ya know
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Anything less is uncivilized
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[Verse 1 - T.I.]
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Pull up to the club, lift both doors up
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Hopped out clean and yo ho chose us
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Walked in the door, make the show hold up
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Cause my neck and my bracelet is so froze up
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The kind of stones bitches wanna see close up
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So we don't appraoch them, they come and appraoch us
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Roll the dro up then go post up
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Look down with the west fixin' go sho' nuff
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In the V.I.P. and all eyes on us
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Hoes chill, poppin' pills blowin' dro no dust
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What cha say, got a man so what
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I don't know him baby and he don't know her
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I got a new Phantom and my own chauffeur
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Ya think ya fixin' be thinkin' bout him, no sir
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Probably prefer to tel ya man good night
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Unless you don't wanna know what the good life look like
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[Hook - Lil' Kim, T.I.]
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[Lil' Kim]
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If you ain't gettin' money good night
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I know what a broke nigga look like
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When ya ridin' in ya wheels get ya shit together
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Boy them diamonds ain't real, get ya shit together
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[T.I.]
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Now we can ball seven days, six nights
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If tht head and that pussy hit right
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Hey, match ya panties with ya bras get ya shit together
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Go get ya hair and nails done get ya shit together
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[Verse 2 - T.I.]
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Hey, I'm off the scene with Louis the thirteenth
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Chains swings to my jeans, and my T-shirt clean
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In case you been researching, I'm the King
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With a style as mean as the Earth seem
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Chest on ice, and my wrist on gleam
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30 karats in the ring, money ain't no thing
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You think I'm playin' but I ain't joking
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The dro king, if it ain't purple, I ain't smoking
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Rubberband bank rolls, fifty thousand dollar cheddar knots
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Try to shine, is you out your mind, boy you better not
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I walk around with more money than you ever got
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Shrewd attitude like I never had to sell a rock
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Shawty I can get you in whatever spot
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Backstage, front row, what I got to front for
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I'm getting bored, don't even know what I stunt for
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Got a lot of rides, what it hurt to cop one more
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[Hook - Lil' Kim, T.I.]
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[Verse 3 - T.I.]
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To all my hot girls, if you wanna come chill
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Or roll on chrome wheels, let me tell you what it is
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We fixin' throw a little party at the crib
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Where the floors tricked out and the rooms like ill
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The basement's cool, but the pools unreal
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Where that millionaire lives, shit remains concealled
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So pop a pill, put on your blindfold
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I'm hitting the dance floor, and grab eighty-nine more
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Let em' know we on the way where they been trying to go
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I knew I had em' when they asked me "What kind of diamonds are those"
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Headed to the spot pouring double shots of XO
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Play the "Love Below" ane watch'em undress slow
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Flicks on the flat screen, make em' want to "Get Low"
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And spit shine this dick of mine until it gets swole
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When they kick it with the king, they don't wanna let go
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So whatcha gonna tell a nigga, when he tell ya "Let's Go"
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[Hook x2 - Lil' Kim, T.I.]
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Get Ya Shit Together
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| T.I. |
