Who Want It T-Pain (Ft. Severe)

[Intro: T-Pain]
Yea
Nappy Boy
FBI Man

[Verse 1: T-Pain]
From the second I was born I was in debt
Feel like I'm trying to fuck a bitch without a dick and she keep asking "Is it in yet?"
But then I gave the game a chin check
Told her sit your ass down and be happy I ain't fucking your friends yet
Hitting licks with a gun
Waving so many four-fives you'd think one of my hands was missin a thumb (Damn)
Got the whole industry on his knees
Record execs trying to steal my blow pop before I get to the gum
Uhh yea I'm everywhere that you won't be
So there's ain't no use trying that hating shit on me
Cause I'm gone speak, Nappy Boy everybody put your hands in teamwork on 3
Get to the money, hit the flea market and blow out
Something for your kids and niggas think you trying to show out
The only time I show out is when my record on replay
Hop out that Bugatti in some mother fucking PJ's
Bitch
Now who want it?

[Chorus: Severe]
Holy shit mother fucker god damn
That's what they say when they see me in my lam
I'm back in the streets and I'm bringing my fam
All of these wannabes know who I am
Haters got a problem with me and my man
But they get missing when its time to go ham
I'm on the grind and I won't stop for no man
Better get with the mother fucking program