Parlay T.I. (Ft. D.O.P.E. (Rap))

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[Intro: T.I.]
I got dough
Bap
Grand Hustle nigga
Hustle Gang nigga
Yeah yeah yeah
Bap
HEY HEY
Get Dough Or Die nigga
Broke nigga eat your heart out
Okay bruh

[Chorus: T.I.]
Yeah, ayy, nevermind that Blasé-Blasé, all we do is parlay
All we do is parlay, all we do is parlay
Ferrari, Maserati riders, all we do is parlay
All we do is parlay, all we do is parlay
We living every day like Friday, all we do is parlay
All we do is parlay, all we do is parlay
Just ask them hoes they know about us, all we do is parlay
All we do is parlay, say all we do is parlay

[Verse 1: T.I.]
Got Maybachs on they block and a watch tank top, two chain
Snap-backs and cargo; them racks I got carloads
My flow sick, got parvo, my swag on retardo
A bunch of G' when we ride ho, we live no Apollo
Got strippers, got star hoes, we talk shit, swallow spit
In mansions and condos, they quick to swallow dick
Fly G-4 to the West coast, under palm trees popping Dom P
With a hazel-eyed big blonde weave that got a jungle booty, Jumanji
All I do is wake up, cake up, smear these bitches makeup
In them new Margiela flavors in Montego Bay, Jamaica
Hundred karat chain, solitaire, no Pavé
Never mind they Blasé-Blasé, all we do is parlay