T.I. – I Need Dollas

[Aloe Blacc Sample]
If I share with you my story would you share your dollar with me (Hey hey)
Well I need a dollar, dollar, dollar that’s what I need (Hey hey)
Said I need a dollar, dollar, dollar that’s what I need (Hey hey)
And I need a dollar, dollar, dollar that’s what I need
And if I share with you my story would you share you dollar with me

[T.I. - Verse 1]
You know what it is
Bitch still none other than the King
Need green just to occupy my rubberbands
Hundred grand at a time, keep it coming
When I started I was trapping
Woke up ballin like “what happened?”
It’s gonna be hell to the captain
Let’s just smoke up in this city
Let me get a 100 milli and focus on a billi
What’s the muthafuckin dilly nigga? You already know
Profits at a steady flow, cheddar, paper, you already know
Stay a step ahead of whoever when niggas say he go
We never should’ve let him go to movies, television shows
And who we foolin? He ain’t stupid
His bankroll just meet his ego
No less than seven zeroes, stimulate bitches libido
So crazy just like Danger Mouse and Cee-lo
From a kilo to a yacht in Cabo
Chillin like December in Toledo
He’s so hungry for the money like he’s still selling dimes
Got a mill on his mind, dollar bill at a time

[Hook]

[T.I. - Verse 2]
Ain’t no vacation, working like a Jamaican
Mixed with a Hatian
Several different occupations, no exaggeration
18-20 hour days while you sleeping I’m making money
Patient I ain’t tracin’ money, ‘less the conversation money
What you saying dunny? Why you talking to me huh?
Hundred bound vs a quarter mill a show, a mill a movie
PRPS, Gucci, Louis, got my head as big as stewy
20 mills the answer if you ask mw how our crew are doing
Now I keep it moving, no exception, no conclusion
If we racing to the top, no competition, I’m a shoe-in
And you in my way, don’t ruin my faith
‘Fore I pay a 100K for them to boo you off stage
I’m way up front, stop playing, don’t prank
Used to want dough like Jay-Z but now I’m thinking Donald Trump
Bob Johnson, Warren Buffett, fuck it, ain’t that tough
Hundred mils stacked up, dollar bills add up

[Hook]

T.I. feat. Lady G Spodee – In A Nutshell

[Hook: Lady G]
In a nutshell, I’m the shit off in this bitch
The reason all the bad bitches switch off in this bitch
I’m flyer than a rocket, lift off up in this bitch
Everybody on their toes, I’m on my tip off in this bitch
In a nutshell, we getting money, cracking bitches
Paparazzi has their cameras snapping, taking pictures
Maserati snatchin 60 down the residential
I can tell from your reaction you don’t know nobody realer
In a nutshell

[Verse 1: T.I.]
Shawty I’m so far gone
Redhead and a blonde on each arm
Lanvin, Louboutin, Maison Margiela
They be blogging about what I got on, debating where they sell ‘em
I tell ‘em, even if you find ‘em, you ain’t finna get ‘em
My swagger on Beretta: (click click) Pow! Get ‘em
Boy I’m all about that balling
I just flossed a stunt but I don’t front
Damn this shit they talking about
Bitch, I ain’t got it because I don’t want it
Sex on the Beamer, arrogant demeanor
She say she ain’t freaking, bet I turn her like Tina
Mills on deck, got that check, no FEMA
Looking at my net like overlooking the marina
Them machines out front in the valet, not the alley
In my Ballys cracking bitches from the valley out in Cali
With that bread, I’m a beast, you don’t know about me?
National Geographic did a show about me

[Hook: Lady G]

[Verse 2: T.I.]
Man, ain’t nobody on my level
Just ask that new Bugatti or them diamonds in my bezel
I throw a ho a mazi I don’t give a shit about it
Party with me, I collect the hottest bodies as a hobby
Fly as I can be, need no copilot
The bomb, kill shit dead, kamikaze
Better watch me though, I’m definitely popping, that I’m certain of
We grand hustle playboys, partner, ain’t no work in us
All the money we throwing, they reimbursing us
Get ‘em to the crib and fill their pussies, not their purses up
Need no dress rehearsal, bruh, I’m fresh as shit, it’s effortless
Amazing hoes, impressing bitches: “Tip is just the best at this! ”

[Hook: Lady G]

[Verse 3: Spodee]
I’m a stunner, kill ‘em without a lama
They callin’ me paris hunter whenever in Ferragamo
They love me in California, they feel him in Arizona
I got hoes so bad, I wanna drill ‘em without a condom
I fill ‘em up in the Hummer, I fill ‘em up with the mali
Keep ‘em off of the white and fill ‘em up with the rati
I’m a Eastside Gotti with a beachside hottie (yeah)
It’s always on me, I got a discreet sign, shottie
Since I’ve been getting bigger, I picked up a couple hobbies
Now I like to fly, now I like Ducatis
First I was just hot, now I’m like wasabi
In a nutshell, nigga, I’m the shit to everybody

[Hook: Lady G]

T.I. feat. Big K.R.I.T. – I’m Flexin’

[T.I.]
Yeah, it’s the King, cuh
You know my demo, Maybach, no limo, homes
I’m sacked up, too
I don’t know what them folk doin’
I’m flexin’, tho’, patna
There it go, K.R.I.T.!

(Big K.R.I.T.) T.I.

(Hold it now) I’m flexin’, shawty
(Hold it now) I’m stupid, hoe
(Hold it now) I’m reppin’, shawty
(Hold it now) Bitch, you ain’t know?

(Hold it now) I’m Gucci, patna
(Hold it now) I Louis down
Don’t do it, patna
(Hold it now) Or it’s goin’ down

I wear stripes row, my Louis, ho, Akoo matchin’ my kicks, bitch
Papparazzi everywhere I go, I got cameras all in my bidne’
I rep the town, hold it down, cruise all around in my old school
My speaker loud and my reefer, too, I ain’t speakin’, bitch, do I know you?
Feds want me back behind that wall, that’s the only place that I can’t go
I’m focused, dog, and I ain’t wit’ that fuck shit, think it sweet but it ain’t, doe
I’m tried and true when I’m ridin’ through, I ain’t hidin’, they can just hate me
My top is down and my pockets fat and my diamonds clearer than HD

(Hold it now) I’m flexin’, shawty
(Hold it now) I’m stupid, hoe
(Hold it now) I’m reppin’, shawty
(Hold it now) Bitch, you ain’t know?

(Hold it now) I’m Gucci, patna
(Hold it now) I Louis down
Don’t do it, patna
(Hold it now) Or it’s goin’ down

I rep the west of that A like this, don’t wanna talk about Bankhead
Still in the trap like a gotdamn brick, ’cause I love the hood, the King ain’t dead
My hustle grand, my money long, my spot on top, bitch, I want that
My position vacant, my crown await me, my throne is empty, I own that
Folk in Kirkland, with a big hill, too, some’ll head to Pittsburgh and all that
Real goons’ll ride wit’ me to Timbuktu, I ain’t Gucci, dude, what you call that?
Mail the yell to East Point, and own that area, Vidalia, Sandal Hill all day
Decatur to Simpson-Rose, on 4-4, Hort nigga fuck wit’ me always

(Hold it now) I’m flexin’, shawty
(Hold it now) I’m stupid, hoe
(Hold it now) I’m reppin’, shawty
(Hold it now) Bitch, you ain’t know?

(Hold it now) I’m Gucci, patna
(Hold it now) I Louis down
Don’t do it, patna
(Hold it now) Or it’s goin’ down

[Big K.R.I.T.]
Them so-called dope boys ain’t sold enough
OGs ain’t old enough
MCs ain’t dope enough
I’ll still split yo’ coconut
You So So, I’m like dat
Tight work, bounce right back
Make room for yo’ bitc’, dog
Nigga, go’n get off my sack
That loud pack, I blow big
Always stunt so big
Please don’t get wrong, homie
Or them Gs gon’ bust yo’ wig
The A is mine, no questions asked
The King is home, bitch, the best is back
My swagga turned ‘em just like my sack
I’m flexin’, shawty, who stoppin’ that?

[Hook x2]

[T.I.]
Okay, man, you don’t see what’s in yo’ face, big dog?
Yeah, man, big banks, no whammies, dog, you understand that?
Yeah, doin’ real, I’m talkin’ ’bout real proper, patna?
You understand that? I got that sack, bruh!
Prison ain’t changed shit, homeboy
You understand that?
Rubber bands on deck, guess why, homes?
Big K.R.I.T., let’s do this shit one time, man
A-Town to M-Town, patna, it goin’ down
Mississippi stand up

T.I. feat. Pusha T – I’ll Show You

[Verse 1: T.I.]
K. I. N. G
Solomon, Henry
Ridin’ in the Bentley
They wanna send me, back to the pen
Hope they give me a ten P
Doin’ it for my dog, with some case are pending
And my folk behind the waterboard city, keep it pimpin’
Tell them hatin’ ass law, bitch I’m ballin come and get me
See Tip go by, in the whip, no lie
Didn’t need no wheel cause that shit so fly
Up, up and away, so far up at the top I sit
My air so thin, need oxygen
I’m so fucked up, intoxicants
My flow still so stupid, incompetent
Competition evidently don’t know what they up against
Obviously oblivious, in the city I’m serious
I’m seriously poppin’, I will be the reason why it’s hot in here
Material you droppin’ better push that back, that can’t come out this year
I got this here, can’t stop this, got this like I got blocks in here
Hit the VIP, all eyes on me like they think Pac in here
I’m ignorant, belligerent, a gangsta and a gentleman
Pay niggas no concern, ain’t no DiGornio, I’m deliverin’
Center of attention, my P.O. just threw a wrench in my
Plan of execution, I’m demandin’ retribution
First trip to prison, a lesson, second was just a nuisance
Peckerwood beefin’ with me, they want my neck in a noose
Cause they see a niggas influence, luxurious and affluent
They want the king destroyed, see your majesty ruined
Nah, nothin’ doin’ brah, congratulations you a bus’ [?]
A really great advantage point, so take your vantage point
Watch, with the flip of a coin
The one they counted out soon become the nigga to join
Don’t listen to the gossip or cut, them niggas annoyin’
They speak what I know and think it’s over for them [?]
Bow back, ya boy got fly high
With ten chicks, got high in sha la
Niggas stay talkin’ all that ca ca
No mucho deniro? no habla
About my dollar, G-5, Murcielaga [?]
How automatic my chopper, they want some problems, I got ‘em BYE!

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
I’ll show niggas better than tell niggas
Paint over discussions ’bout Push, I never fail niggas
How I’m back Jack, listen, what the hell niggas?
This the new God flow, the Holy Grail niggas
Can’t see me, Book of Eli, it’s in Braille niggas
I’m on track to be the best, I want Derrelle niggas
I bend balls on bitches, I unveil, nigga
Officially ice, don’t at ‘em, show and tell nigga
Say my brother better? Big deal
Big brother, so fuck you, he hammer, can’t touch him
Ride around, nigga, AMG mufflers, second fiddle to my own gene pool
We laugh about it, that’s cool
I’m at the top and he better?
If you think about it, we rule
My life is an open book
My stuntin’ is an open look
These gold chains, these stone rings
This cocaine that I overcooked
I overcame on Novacane, I Frank Ocean’d that fish scale
I tip scales, I tip hoes, I skip jail on my tip toes
I beat the odds, bet Tip knows, my top back and my wrist froze
And these ice cubes on my ear lobes
Like strobe lights on a fish bowl
Supreme ballers, dope dealers, shot callers
G.O.O.D. Music, Grand Hustle, what the block taught us

T.I. feat. Travis Porter Young Dro – Hot Wheels

[Travis Porter:] Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
[Young Dro:] Okay. Aye they ain’t gon like this shit right here
[Travis Porter:] Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
[Young Dro:] Aye Tip, check this out, aye, push it. Travis Porter what’s hannin’, push it!

[Hook: Travis Porter]
I’m in at Hot Wheel and I’m driving real fast
And I’m smashing on the gas, I’m tryna do the dash
Hot Wheel: got 200 on the dash
Man I’m driving real fast, I’m tryna do the dash
Push it! (hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
Push it! (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)

[Verse 1: Strap (of Travis Porter)]
I’m in a hot wheel til I light this here
Tap my bitch she switch my gear
Diamond shining they all clear
PHMG they all here
Tattoos they all over me
She see me kissin all on my tip
He say I’m a rookie nigga, I been doing it for years
Better take a look at me, better check my booking fee
I been cooking shit off in the kitchen but I ain’t Lil’ B
Pull up in a Hot Wheel, bitch need a green card
All-red candy paint, nigga this your dream car
I’m that muthafuckin nigga all the bitches scheme for
When she with me, she be hoping all her girlfriends seen her
She suck a dick so good, but why you think she on my team for
I got her dancing slow, in slow mo like she on lean or something
Smoking on that dro, got that ho drinking semen
Hear me coming down the street: ‘Rari, screaming
Pinky ring doing numbers, shining, blinging
Ink all on my body and I’m hotter than a demon

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Young Dro]
Hold on let me rip this ho
Car so fast I flipped that ho
Tell them boys don’t play with Dro
Pause that bitch, skip that ho
Black coat let my coupe in here
Decapitate my roof in here
The reason why they ask for Dro cause they wanted the truth in here
Just like Star, I’m rockin ya
[?] I’m poppin ya
I knew something was fishy going on like tilapia
You ain’t fuckin with pimpin though
My wrist blow up like indigo
I like a model bitch but I would rather Oprah Winfrey though
The richest bitch up in this bitch
My paint flop and then flip in this
My Glock it got a clip in it
My car so wet it’s drippin shit
They copy me like Kinko do
Diamond chain, one pink one blue
Car so fast, my speakers on blast
Don’t race me boy, I’m shittin on you
Hold up they can’t take this shit
I spaz out with no brakes and shit
I’m Bosco with this cake and shit
Congo dro, ape and shit
I saw yo broad and took that bitch
Wassup with all that liquor shit?
You see these horses on my car
‘Rari bitch I’m pushin it

[Hook]

[Verse 3: T.I.]
I’m mindin mine, in 599s
New Ferraris, know that I’m ballin ho
400, 000 in public housing, [?] blunt of dro
Through Atlanta station I’m pushin
Every corner I’m hookin
Bad bitches just lookin
Tryna throw me that pussy
Say what happened baby I can’t
Cause them niggas cool, but they ain’t shawty
Wrist froze and I can’t thaw it
Hundred mil well that ain’t hard, I’m hard
As a muthafucka, swear to God, I’m God
To the trap niggas and dope boys… pause
Blow a half a mil just cause, ball
Money ain’t a thang, not at all
Drink the lean and get kool-aid
Get high on pills for like 2 days
Fresh to death in that [?]
Diamonds clearer than Blu-ray
Aye! Ain’t no fugaze, I’m too major, I’m super paid
Say 30 mil, better double that
That money short then we double back
Got rubber bands around 30 racks
I’m trouble man so where the trouble at?
I got a truck load of them hood rats
I push through, where your hood at?

[Hook]

T.I. feat. Pharrell – Here Ye, Hear Ye

[Pharrell]
There’s a rainbow everywhere depending on where you stand
Whether the dashboard a yay or the walls a hundred grand each
Double R interior tan, outside is peach
Oh you tryna make a deal out in golden beach
Or the Florida Keys ducking the Florida D’s
But you only end up with bricks and sand
I know niggas that run from their shadows like Peter Pan
Running like it’s a Nike commercial but he’s the man
What they don’t like on site he murk like he’s the clan
8 balls the size of baseballs like Jeter’s hand
It fecal fam’, yeah it’s the shit
Zip ya face up when skateboard is on the script
Catch me in the Gap V with some BBC trunks
Flip flops sipping on cream like its punch
I push the spaceship with the chrome lady in the front
Bending over like she just puffed Busta’s blunt
I told y’all muthafuckas once, I think I’m hungry
Finna eat ya’ll niggas lunch
Ya’ll niggas cunts, I’m from the commonwealth
Where wealth ain’t common
When niggas roll around with chrome solvers looking for problems
Mouth full of gold, flame when they roll
Arthritic fingers niggas bang when they stroll
Trading in the hats for the cane and the gold
The golds for the chain and the cane was on swole
Ayo Tip get these pion niggas told

[T.I.]
Still stand tall when it all falls down
Whether Hollywood hills or a one horse town
You should know better, there’s no better than these four letters
More than ever niggas want me dead
Cause they starving and I’m getting fed
But fuck ‘em anyway
I’d rather be me on my worst day than to be a sucka nigga on his birthday
All cake no candles, just a living example
Ten toes down all out no sandals
Godfather, a young Marlon Brando
Let me make sure they understand yo
Here ye, here ye, you wise you fear me
Real niggas on they shine, much obliged, merci!
Everybody wanna criticise him ’bout how bad he ended up
Look how bad he coulda been
I coulda caught a body sold a brick to somebody
Who volunteered my information to the federales
I made it outta all of that like I ain’t gon be proud of that
So petty shit, you sticking to me, gimme all you got of that
Doing this for all my niggas
Who ’bout to go to prison and let a nigga kill ‘em
So we leaving this PO snub nose in his denim
Trap or death is waiting round the corners that he been in
On bended knee, God forgive us, we’ve been sinning
In our defence, look at the options we’ve been given
Laying in the prison cell staring at the ceiling
Back in this bitch again, I guess they weren’t bullshittin’ huh
Still wonder where it all went wrong
Since Phil got killed I ain’t never moved on
Like I’m still in the club where the blows got thrown
When my crown fell down and I got dethroned
Bunch of niggas around but I feel all alone
Like a piece of me is missin’, guess it never came home
Probably died in a van when it all hit the fan
Save the life of a friend we don’t all get the chance
Now here I stand with blood on my hands trying hard to explain so hi’ mom understand
I done fought for the loss for the soul of a man
Only soldiers know how that’ll take a toll on a man
Burdens on the World of my shoulders: heavy
Visibly composed, my emotions buried
Scary, so if I pop a pill, smoke a blunt or take a shot
ya’ll let a niggga live
Still baffled how my life unravelled
In the meantime time just travelled
Can’t see behind the walls of my castle
Opinionated pions son but who asked you
I tell you what you do
Take ya two cents
Kick rocks to a fountain pitching to make a wish
Shit, if wishes had wings, they’d all make it to heaven
and we’d all be kings
If wishes had wings, they’d all make it to heaven
and we’d all be kings
Yeah

T.I. feat. D.O.P.E. – Harry Potter

[Verse 1 - T.I.]
(Go) Bricks stacked up in a high pile G-4 flying, No Sky-miles
Get it, whip it, give it to whoever in the city
Hard, Soft, Girl, Boy Decisions, Decisions
All I can do is in-vision all this dough I been gettin’
And just a day back a quarter key was the mission
And now I’m weighing fish scale on a big scale
Hopin’ I can invade the law and stay outta jail
My relative gave me work, I made it disappear
Like Harry Potter got that chopper in the window
seal My cousin wanna a brick
Listen here you better bring my money back quick
And he replied like this

[Hook: T.I. & Yung Booke]
[T:] Man, I can’t even fit this money in a rubberband
Right hand get tied I just whip it wit my other hand
If I can’t make that brick Bitch I bet my brother can
Off in my trap junkies bitin’ like piranha man
[Y:] And if they ask we got the whip game proper
If the brick game droppa
Make ‘em disappear we just call it Harry Potter
Got the whip game proper
My clique aim choppers
Make ‘em disappear we just call it Harry Potter, man

[Verse 2 - Yung Booke]
(Flya) Straight drop, got Jays playing Sideline Telvin
Young boys got them racks in the sideline clutchin’
G’s on ya head now you a fan of the packers
We stiffer than a statue, We seprano style [?]
Phone ringing, Its about to have a ticket calling
Get off of work, we all gone be joined in pimpin’ ballin’
Yeah, cause I’mma whip it til it lock
Set it out [?] and to [?] to the block I’m motivated by big faces, I need guack
My only friends is God Almighty and snake cock
Some of my niggas hustlin’ and the other got
knocked Many quit the game and the other was in the box
FLYA

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Spodee]
UGH You try me you disappear, we call it Harry Potter
Just gotta ho, I tell her come sit on this Terry
Carter I get my bitches like a bird I’m for the swan though
And I be fresh everyday, Bitch I’m non-spoke
I mix the coke with the water like I’m chemist
I’m smoking until I’m finished
I’m focused and independent You locals is my apprentice
Ugh, A lot of haters want my campaign to end
I fucked a nigga bitch and I champagned her
friend And I just acquired another a fan, I’m truly swag
If yo boyfriend get wrong, I’mma shoot his ass
I’mma young boss playa, make a thick game holla
If this rap shit fall, I got my whip game proper, Spodee

[Hook]

[Verse 4 - Darius F.]
(Yeah) Black magic for you whack faggots
Y’all niggas trash and its tragic
Look, I got what you lacking, I’m full blood attacking
With all this money I’m stacking, I’m on another track and
If you ready for me, I’mma get it cracking
I’mma send ya ass packing
Jamaican Magician
I got the power! Y’all keep wishing
Fuck with me wrong and I leave ya missing
Forgive me Jah for I am sinning
Undefeated and I’mma keep winning
Some much money like I won the lotto
Keep it just in case like rocko
The greatest artist, they should call me Picasso
Make you disappear like Harry Potter cause I always keep my auto
My fist will leave you red and my Glock will leave you dead
No choice but to follow
I’m all about my bread, and I ain’t frontin’ I meant what I said
No I wasn’t playing, Y’all killed Dolla so I don’t care who I’m slaying
You can keep hatin’ while I’m Bill Gatin’
Hope you understand what I’m saying

[Hook]

[Verse 5 - Rich Kid Shawty]
You gotta whip it with ya shoulda if you tryna get that rover
But that photo panamera probably be a lil’ collet, yeah
The trap hop, skip, jumpin’
Gas, no air, I got my ma fuckers pumpin’
Bricks, no rocks that’s the ma fucking fuck shit
And if you try to rob I make ya head do the [?]
Finger licking delicious, check it lil’ nigga got brickes
6 like [?] for niggas [?] I rock the leather coat like a ma fucking Italian
Dookie Gold Rope like the ma fucking medallion
Bird flappin’ It’s the home of the falcons
They got me in the middle of the trap like Malcolm
Whip transforming like the yellow camaro
Blockin’ the skellos smokin the rellos

T.I. – Go Get It

I gotta grind, won’t stop
Hustle won’t quit
Shine like no other, I be on some other shit
I got a high price lifestyle super bad bitch
If I want it, then I got it
If I don’t then all I gotta do is
Go, get it, stay about my bidness
Ball till I fall, floss until I finish
I just go get it, stay about my bidness
I’m living just to kill it, stacking million to the ceiling

Everyday I ball brown, all I wanna do is ball
Put my money over bitches, put my hustle over all
Louie down to the drawers, Luis Vuitton kicks
Got a mad hatter swagger, bitch I’m stupid dumb sick
With a group of young bitches and they stupid dumb thick
I’m the marathon man, all I do is run shit
A sophisticated convict, superficial, still official
Multimillion dollar shit
Money is the object, hot shit
Bitch I got a sauna on my arm
See bigger with no diamond
They just talk about they got it,
I’m the upper echelon, though
Bitch I‘m bout that action, you could go on with that convo
I have done more than you dream bout
Get your dream bitch and your dream house
On lean passing them beans out
With a bad crew, the whole team high
Go on boy, get seen about, bruh you know me, you know I be
Stacking that dough, that’s all I see
I g.o.g.e.t.i.t.

I gotta grind, won’t stop
Hustle won’t quit
Shine like no other, I be on some other shit
I got a high price lifestyle super bad bitch
If I want it, then I got it
If I don’t then all I gotta do is
Go, get it, stay about my bidness
Ball till I fall, floss until I finish
I just go get it, stay about my bidness
I’m living just to kill it, stacking million to the ceiling

I live life, up late night
Get shit fake when I take flight
I get paid, no sick days
My outfit’s so switch blade
Don’t sniff yay, but I blow dro
Bank roll on loco
Still ride with that 44
Don’t let my P-O know
Bad white bitch super thick
I’m Ice T, she Coco
She got another bitch, other bitches
Her ass fat, face so-so, no paper triail
No phone call, no emails, no photos
Just backshot, with that fat butt
And low blow headbutts in slow-mo
Purple label polo and a crew that’s what I do
Man I strive and roll my denim in my new Margiella shoes
Man, we be cool if we just parle
On Margharita Molly and the strongest pack around
Bumpin Shawty in Maui
We menagin’ for a hobby
We kick it how we kick it
Know you envy how I’m living
Just can’t resist the pimpin
Get the million bout my business
Bruh you know me, you know I be
Stacking that dough that’s all I see
I g.o.g.e.t.i.t.

I gotta grind, won’t stop
Hustle won’t quit
Shine like no other, I be on some other shit
I got a high price lifestyle super bad bitch
If I want it, then I got it
If I don’t then all I gotta do is
Go, get it, stay about my bidness
Ball till I fall, floss until I finish
I just go get it, stay about my bidness
I’m living just to kill it, stacking million to the ceiling

T.I. feat. Young Jeezy – Fuck The City Up

[Hook: Young Jeezy]
This for my niggas on the block dodging one time
Grinding hard, burning up at least one nine
Put ya middle fingers in the air one time
Ride with me, fuck the city up one time
Fuck the city up
Fuck the city up
Fuck the city up
Fuck the city up one time
Fuck the city up
Fuck the city up
Fuck the city up
Fuck the city up one time

[Verse 1: T.I.]
Fresh out the bed getting head in a Range Rove
All about that bread, rubberbands on my bankroll
Bankhead, Simpson Road this Atlanta bitch
So fly, so gangsta, gutter, glamorous
We living out your fantasies, suckas can’t handle this
They know we run the city shawty it’s unanimous
Shout it out sold yay, nine forty-four
K, Quarter, half, whole thang nigga like the old days?
Hey, dope boy trap nigga swag
Hundred karat chain, quarter mil in the bag
I’m no longer poppin’ tags I just let ‘em hang
Sucka nigga doing bad I just do my thang
And I ain’t frontin’, straight by the book-G Code
Bad bitch, a flat stomach, fat booty, deep throat
Twenty grand in my pants, fifty in my peacoat
Jeezy fuckin’ with me and we fuckin’ up the city ho

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
I seen Jizzle in traffic with his top off
So much Louie shit it looking like it knock off
Violation, that’ll get ya ass knocked off
Texas Pete nigga get ya ass hot sauce
Ever see me in the club with my shades off
It was a cool contest I guess the shades lost
28-5 yeah that’s my cost
Bitch my closet so big I swear I got lost
What? Yeah I think I’m gon’ need a map
We throw them birdies in the pool make ‘em swim a lap
Whip it counterclockwise, that’s the backstroke
Bitch my chain so big look like my back broke
Yeah we ’bout to fuck the city up, go broke
Bitch I’m balling so hard I need the whole court
Six spots in one night they call it club hopping
That new Tip and Jizzle shit, it got the club rocking

[Hook]

[Verse 3: T.I. & Young Jeezy]
[T.I.:]
I’m talkin’ A-Town shit, ex lean pound bit
Chopper, fifty round clip
Keep it with me, I ‘on’t slip
Anyone around Tip bout that drama boy I promise
Got a O of presidential, bitch I’m blowin’ that Obama
[Young Jeezy:]
Yeah I’m talkin’ plenty choppers, scopes on the A-R
You know how I do it, Forgiatos on the car
When I came up out the womb all I wanna be a star
Hope the feds don’t stop me, life sentence in the car
[T.I.:]
Hey boy we spittin, reminiscin’ bout when we was in the kitchen
Representin’, niggas payin’ bitches need to pay attention
And we on for the city freaks, this A-T-L
Do it for my nigga Big Meech and B.M.F. nigga
[Young Jeezy:]
Nigga, all I blow is strong bitch I’m straight for the week
Order 5000 dollars, threw it all on the freaks
Order twenty-five bricks, I put em all on the streets
Bitch it’s shaketown and we turnt up while you sleep

[Hook]

T.I. – Dope Boyz

[T.I. talking]
Ay, ay, ay, what you need shawty
Ay shawty man a I got 5 for 45 shawty, 5 for 45
Well shit what you need shawty
Ay these these bd’s right here shawty
Ay this that this that noyd too shawty
You can’t get no better than this right here
Ay nigga well get the fuck out my trapp then

[Verse 1]
A crack a ki’ a crumb do it fifty mo’ times
The quarter go for 5 and the half go for 9
Still in the trapp wit them break down dimes
Hit me on the hipper anytime, I don’t mind
Why y’all niggas bitching on and whining I’m a grind
Shack it in the winter and the summer I’m a shine (getting mine)
It’s plenty of money to be made from Candler Road to Bankhead
It’s plenty of room to get paid for those that ain’t scared
I got the hard for the j’s and dro’ for the dank heads
The dope game still strong like pimping ain’t dead
Heard what I said I ain’t buying no yell
Weighing 36 o’s or more on a triple beam scale
Yeah, look like you got that touchy bug shawty
Standing round in my trapp I think you fucking up shawty
Same nigga who taut a k getting paid in the trapp
Made a song for the niggas and the J’s in da trapp
For the…

[Hook]
Da dope boyz in the trapp nigga
The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at nigga
I say the, da dope boyz in the trapp nigga
The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at, a where you at nigga

Ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga
The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at, a where you at nigga
Ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga
This for da, ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga

[Verse 2]
Never everybody in the swats know I got the fiyah fiyah
Nigga want that weight got it for the high high
You can’t even supply the package I buy
I get it and I cook and it’s gone for it dry
Get a quarter ki and cut it down to all dimes
Buy my own blow so the profits all mine
How we gone shine?, the same way we gone grind
Niggas ain’t gone be able to see us hey, they gone think they gone blind
C got choppers on his vert and I got daden’s on mine
Triple gold and vogues, poppin’ moe’ blowin’ pine
Honey brown wood grain wheel in the ‘lac
Oak on the dash and the 12′s in the back
Came for years of trappin’, staying down wit the crack
Now that I made it rapping I ain’t never going back
I’ma let the paper stack till it can’t no more
Still got love for my niggas slangin’ blow
Getting do’ fo’ sure

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I remember it all started wit a quarter ounce of hard
Me and C-Roy crunked the trapp up in Cobb
Nann nigga barred we the trillest niggas living
If this ain’t yo trapp then what the fuck you doing in it?
What the muthafucking business, do you think you puttin down?
If so then my corner you need to get the fuck from round
Unless you wanna sell some weed my nigga Beed got the pound
Anything else I don’t need ya help, I got the hard locked down
37′s ki’s in da grill of the broam
Jumped from 33 to my folk in Boyd homes
All most gone ain’t got but four mo’
Eternal Simpson Road ain’t no more blow
Nothing left for you but to count my do’
Just something else to do while I blow my dro’
350k what I paid for the shit
Made 850 quick when I flipped all these bricks
Getting rich in this bitch

[HooK: 2x]

(T.I. shouting out da dope boyz!)

Ay one time for da dope boyz in ATL
From the SWATS on Campbelton Road
on over to the Westside on Bankhead, ya understand
On over to Candler Road
Ay I know y’all niggaz out there getting money in Decatur
Got damn ay we going on down to Miami shawty
Ay we know y’all niggas got them thangs down there for the low
I’m coming to get some
Ay one time for my niggas up in Tennessee shawty
Up in Orange Mound, y’all niggas trapp rolling good
On over to Memphis I know the pimpings real good down there

T.I. – Do It

[Verse 1]
You looking good in them guess’s shawty showing yo ass
Make a nigga wanna grab a hold of yo ass
Strip you out yo couchie dress and hit the flo’ wit yo ass
When I leave the club I wanna see some more of yo ass
I ain’t tricking shit but I might spend some dough on yo ass
The way you bouncin on my dick and grindin’ slow wit yo ass
Hit the v.i.p. wit me I po’ some moe’ fo yo ass
Just so I can see you out there bouncin yo ass
If I leave the club wit something rather go wit yo ass
Them other broads fine but you a pro wit yo ass
When I see u poppin and droppin I know it’s yo ass
In a crowd full of hoes I would notice yo ass

[Bridge: T.I.]
A now a thug done chose
And I don’t give a damn if the club done closed
Give the DJ a dub tell him spin one mo
So I can finish watching you poppin yo
shakin yo, droppin yo, bouncin yo ass

[Hook: T.I. & Females]
[T] Now all my guls say
[F] Do it baby stick it baby
[T] Yeeeah, bounce ya ass and holla
[F] Do it baby stick it baby
[T] Alright, a in the club say
[F] Do it baby stick it baby
[T] Okay, so if ya wit it holla
[F] Do it baby stick it baby
[repeat]

[Verse 2]
I see ya every Friday night outside the club in da line wit ya partners
Shawty you see all that ass poking out them Dolce Gabbana’s
Hey as soon as she get in I’m a find her ass
The first record the DJ spend I’m behind her ass
I don’t care if I got some henn’ I’m putting down my glass
Just so I can get out there and grind her ass
Wit yo fine ass, must I remind yo ass?
You da baddest thing in here that’s why I’m eyeing yo ass
In ya Iceberg suit, ya face looking cute and I like those boots
Ya nails all pretty and ya hair due too
I’m fucking wit you, shit just choose and we’ll be fucking by two

[Bridge: 1x]

[Hook: 1x]

[Verse 3]
I made this song to let you know shit that I see ya when you workin dat ass
Make a nigga think later on he gone be twerkin’ that ass
And I can tell by the way you throw it back it ain’t no hurting dat ass
And ain’t no room for nothing else in that skirt but that ass
The jiggling shawty, got a nigga shivering shawty
And if you don’t know what to do wit you better give it here shawty
Put a bend in her back, I’m throwing the dick she giving it back
I tell her if you ever give me dat ass I ain’t giving it back
She bouncing her ass, later on I’m a blow a ounce wit her ass
Ride out wit her ass, cut sumethin’ on the couch wit her ass
Then bounce to her pad, coz you know it ain’t no housing her ass
Coz since the first time I seen her, all I been thinking bout is her ass

[Bridge: 1x]

[Hook: 1x]

Do it baby stick it baby [8x then end]

T.I. feat. 2 Chainz – Loud Mouth

[Verse 1: T.I.]
Hey, big bank, lotta guap, (yeah)
They bout a dolla? I ain’t tryin’ to holla
’96 Impala buckets under that
On automatic status, we ain’t havin’ none of that
Hey watch it partna, stay out my lane
Everybody fuckin’ with my campaign
Get dough or get lost, shawty always
Like Dro say, ho fuck with me the long way
And I deliver long john son, I don’t play
Poppin’ out before the sun come, I don’t stay
They say bullshit walk, and cash talk
That’s why I’m ridin’ out, pockets on loud mouth (Yeah)
I’m goin’ in, finna spazz out
Aigga got a problem, we can air it out
They say bullshit walk, and cash talk
That’s why I’m ridin’ out, pockets on loud mouth

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Woke up this morning with a bank roll
I be gettin’ head like a Kango
Got your girl sellin’ pussy to my tango
What, she so wet, think I’m gonna need a rain coat
On 285 doing 85!
Couple hoes in my stable, time to stabilize
Check the time, I better say mine bitches
Need a sign on my dick that say “Fine Bitches”
And you know I’m throwed like five pitchers
And you know I’m high like five Swishas
Jay’s used to say “what up Slim? ”
Cause they know I’m known to make that work cartwheel
Hot wheel, hot steel, ride around my block still
Even if it’s winter time, I’m ridin’ in a drop still
You don’t have an idea of the life that I live
Pockets so loud, got them bitches doin’ adlibs
I’m goin’ in, finna spazz out
Nigga got a problem, we can air it out
They say bullshit walk, and cash talk
So I’m ridin’ out, pockets on loud mouth

[Verse 3: T.I.]
Back on my 1-2 nigga, ace – deuce
Feds try to crucify me, call me Jesús
Get it straight dude, I ain’t with that nonsense
Bank rolls like a bad bitch lookin’ all mint
No joystickin’ nothin’ over here dog
So ain’t no playin’ me at all, let’s be clear dog
I’m raw as ever, flaw is never [?]
Just as blind [?] tough as leather [?] eatin’ better
Somebody better tell ‘em
‘Fore that tré four seven hit they cerebellum
Hey they say bullshit walk and cash talk
That’s why I’m ridin’ I’m goin’ in, finna spazz out
Nigga got a problem, we can air it out
They say bullshit walk, and cash talk
So I’m ridin’ out, pockets on loud mouth

T.I. – Act I (T.I.P.)

Rapper T.I.
3 Grammy nominations
with the second highest debut on the hip hop
if you look left there’s a monkey next to an anaconda
sentenced to probation
Philon Johnson gun downed.
In a hail of gun
suffered a miscarriage
ATL opens with a
features with the acting debut of rapper T.I.

I ain’t sign up for this shit. Lost my partner. Lost my life homes. Fuck this shit. I’m done.

A listen homes. Get Atlantic on the phone. Gonna call ‘em. Tell Craig, Julie, Cap and Col.
I need to holla at ‘em. First I gotta let ‘em know I’m tired of rapping. Fuck the money.
Ever since Phil died I ain’t happy. A what’s happening. We under new operations.
Though we ready, we’d like your cooperation better. Listen when I’m talking. Throwed off.
I ain’t patient. I’m gonna tell once then start counting shell cases.
Don’t mean to scare but this bullshit is irritating. I’m gonna tell you like it is shawty.
I ain’t finna play. I feel another case coming round the corner any day. I know the consequences.
I’m the same nigga anyway. It’s way more important that what I’m finna say.
Do what I say or I ain’t dropping shit till 2028
(who gives a fuck if he comes on to 20 for 28. He said the year 2028 you fucking moron)
Listen guys. I’m on that be hot shit. It’s T I P for now on. Fuck that T.I. shit.
Give a damn what any nigga gotta say about this. Yeah I think it’s best to say I did it.
Don’t be emailing to itinerary. I won’t get it. You’re best bet just holla when they filled the jet.
Tell city ain’t no photo shoots and I ain’t in the building.
Accused now b in the southern just to shoot a dozen movies.
(Cash that check and be spending our money)
You’re right about that honey. Thanks for doing that for me. Speaking of money.
You can always buy me out but the price high. I ain’t none of T.I. nigga. No more Mister Nice Guy.
(Listen kid. Understand me here. This is Leor Colin. You better treat this company with some respect.
And you better not be playing wit my motherfucking money.)
I got your motherfucking money partner but I ain’t playing. You got any since, you’ll do what the fuck I say.
I ain’t selling no goddamn albums. That ain’t no threat. That’s a motherfucking promise jack.
Come and see me if you want. Get it like the Red Cross nigga.

[phone hangs]

T.I. feat. Trae Tha Truth – Check This Dig That

[Hook:]
I say now check this dig that, dig that, dig that
Hey, check this dig that, you know I be getting that
Money in them big stacks, you broke I can fix that, yeah
You broke I can fix that, hey, hey, hey
I say now check this dig that, dig that, dig that
Hey, check this dig that, you know I be getting that
Money in them big stacks, you broke I can fix that, yeah
Come and see me, I can fix that, yeah
Hey, hey, getting money

[Verse 1:]
I’m getting my hustle on and I’m rollin
Got whatever getting that paper,
Fresh out of prison, I’m glowing
Middle finger rated them haters
Get your chick before she gets stolen
One of my partner surely may take her
Send her back to you pussy all swollen
So and messed up just like her make up
Got an elephant mirror it’s flawless
I remember all of y’all who was talkin
Got a good mind to run in your office
Swoop your ass in front of your bosses
My partner died in my anno
I’m responsible for his mama
His daughter too, bet you she can go whatever college she wanna
Still that rough bands in my bank roll, broke something I can’t go
Bitch yellin out I’m the shit
I’m like tell me something I don’t know
My broker cost in my stockses
Up 20% to my profits, inscreases even in my absence
So my attitude is up anxious
Contract all most inspired… make my contract big and ball shit
Got bitches on my side shit, and field already watchin
Just one more year of paper, then I’m back to blowin brocolli

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
I’m the king of texas I put on
On the block, tryina put the whole hood on
Stay stip, when them other niggas steer wrong
Street sip, only thing a nigga still on
My niggas on dip from same sip like shook
Attitude fuck they sippin good
Tell them I got a mill never gotta worry bout a thing
I represented the best I could
Stackin paper of rap, she get flipped and I’m back to the trap
Trap like… if you don’t get that, the bitch will get slapped
Bitch I pop up, get this proper,.. same things I got shut up
I won’t be stopped, by the way you niggas seen
Money getting big like look what I got up
You ain’t seen that… drop, chain stay icy, bitch I stay hot
Yeah, I’m truth, that’s what you lack
It’s my time fuck your plot
I got my team strong and my guns loaded
City mine, the whole hood voted
This murda bizness they know I showed it
Suicide, both doors flooded,
Touching dod, got that work, cod
They living free, you got a bfe
That talkin cool but ain’t shit to me
I’ll be damn if I go back, this sosa gang and you know that
We earn respect and you owe that
Get the middle finger like hold that!

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
So many lanes, so much say,
But that’s another topic for another day
They know face to face I clown nigga
Why you ain’t talking shit now nigga
Don’t try to death me up, you ain’t down with us
When I’m anger bitch, don’t I sound better?
Cause I’m so sincere, it’s so severe
That you know through all that I persevere
I died along my hopes still… my ghost to fear
My rational is all… just smash the gas take full advantage
My patience short, my temper bad
So you will find me everywhere you ain’t at…
Head to the bank with the chip we got
I hug your hoe she passin out
Before she hit the ground I’m mashin out
I’m bossin up and I’m stayind down
Got racks on racks just laying round

[Hook]

T.I. feat. Lil Wayne – Ball

Okay we walk off in this bitch
Balling in this bitch
Hopping out of Lambos and Ferraris in this bitch
Popping bottles with a thick red super model bitch
They may talk a lot of that but they cant do alot of this
Ay, Rico told me turn the lights on
So I grab the Audemar and threw the ice on
I’ma big dawg, got em pissed off
A lot of niggas rapping, ain’t none this raw
They like, eh look at T.I., balling in the V.I.
Bunch of bad bitches with a looking like Aaliyah
We just pull up, hop out
Go in, show out
Buy the whole bar, pop bottles go hard
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt

Ball, Ball, Ball, Ball

I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt

The club full of bad bitches and they came to play
Okay it must be your hair cause it ain’t your face
Now if you looking for them bottles and them stacks girl
You make your way up to my section where it’s at girl
Okay do you wanna kick it with a nigga with a meal ticket
Broke nigga looking mad, they just gotta deal with it
Get right hoe, roll a dice hoe
And oyu ain’t gotta be a dyke cause you like hoe
But everyday I step behind a wall
I do it big, ride fly, stunt, shine and ball
I got a bunch of money, so come and get it from me
And a bucket full of bottles, buss it open
If you wanna get drunk

Ain’t no nigga like a Young Money nigga
Pop that pussy like a gun, pull the trigger
Shake that ass like a salt shaker
I keep a L lit up like an elevator
Bitch shake it like a dog, hop like a frog, ride it like a horse
I throw that dick like darts
Drink all muddy, flag all bloody
I’m killing these hoes like that nigga Ted Bundy
I’m a good looking rapper, I ain’t tryna stunt
Ima fire my blunt like Donald Trump
Where you at hoe? Where you at hoe?
Can a nigga stick key up in ya back door
Tunechi

And do ya thing in slow motion like Soulja Slim
And come around, wipe me down like Boosie dem
That thang up for me, show me that you love me
If it’s really too much for you you can bring a couple buddies
Everyday I do my thang, big stones and chains
She let me drill all in her mouth, no novacane
Them other broke niggas, all they did was told ya thangs
I could get ya on that G4 and show ya thangs
I like my women fat, ass pretty toes and thing
Long hair don’t care as long as none down there
If its manicured I can have fun down there
Take you to whatever club throw some money in the air

T.I. - Ball

[Verse 1: T.I.]
Okay we walk off in this bitch
Ballin in this bitch
Hoppin' out the lambos and ferraris in this bitch
Poppin' bottles with a thick red super model bitch
They be talking a lot of that but they can't do a lot of this
Ay, rico told me turn the lights on
So I grab the audemar and threw the ice on
Imma big dawg, got a pistol
A lot of n-ggas rapping aint none this raw
They like, ay look at T.I., ballin' in the V.I.
Bunch of bad bitches with a [?] looking like alliyah
We just pull up, hop out
Go in, show out
Buy the whole bar, pop bottles go hard

[Hook]
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
Gotta Bottle, Gotta bottle, Gotta Marley, Gotta Blunt

Ball, Ball, Ball, Ball
Ball, Ball, Ball, Ball
Ball, Ball, Ball, Ball

Gotta Bottle, Gotta bottle, Gotta Marley, Gotta Blunt
Ball

[Verse 2: T.I.]

[Hook]
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
Gotta Bottle, Gotta bottle, Gotta Marley, Gotta Blunt

Ball, Ball, Ball, Ball
Ball, Ball, Ball, Ball
Ball, Ball, Ball, Ball

Gotta Bottle, Gotta bottle, Gotta Marley, Gotta Blunt
Ball

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Ain't no n-gga like a Young Money N-gga
Pop that p-ssy like a gun, pull the trigga
Shake that ass like a salt shaker
I keep a L lit up like an elevator
Bitch shake it like a dog, hop like a frog, ride it like a horse
I throw that dick like darts
Drink all muddy, flag all bloody
I'm killin' these hoes like that n-gga Ted Bundy
I'm a good looking rapper, I ain't trying stunt
Imma fire my blunt like Donald Trump
Where you at hoe? Where you at hoe?
Can a n-gga stick key up in ya back door, Tunechi

[Hook]
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
Gotta Bottle, Gotta bottle, Gotta Marley, Gotta Blunt

[Verse 3: T.I.]
I like my women fat ass, pretty toes and thing
Long hair don't care as long as none down there
If it's manicured I can have fun down there
Take her to whatever club throw some money in the air