Check This, Dig That T.I. (Ft. Trae tha Truth)

[Intro: T.I.]
Yeah, hey
Yeah, hey
Hey
I say now check this, dig that
Dig that
Dig that
Hey

[Chorus: T.I.]
Check this, dig that
You know I be gettin' that money in them big stacks
You broke I can fix that, yeah
You broke I can fix that, yeah
Hey, hey, hey
I say now check this, dig that
You know I be gettin' that money in them big stacks
You broke I can fix that, yeah
Hey, come and see me, I can fix that, yeah
Hey, hey, gettin' money, nigga

[Verse 1: T.I.]
I'm gettin' my hustle on and I'm rollin', got whatever gettin' that paper
Fresh out of prison, I'm glowin', middle finger raised to them haters
Get your chick before she gets stolen, one of my partner surely may take her
Send her back to you, pussy swollen, so it's messed up just like her make up
Got an elephant memory, it's flawless, I remember all of y'all who was talkin'
Got a good mind to run in your office, whoop your ass in front of your bosses
My partner died in my honor, I'm responsible for his mama
His daughter too, bet you she can go whatever college she wanna
Still wrap rubberbands in my bank roll, broke is somethin' I can't go
Bitches yellin' out I'm the shit, I'm like tell me somethin' I ain't know
My broker called said my stocks is up 20% so my profits increasin' even in my absence so my attitude is obnoxious
Contract almost expired, they get one more album off it
Better go tell Edgar Bronfman make my contract big as Bosh's
Got bitches on my side shit, and feds already watchin'
Just one more year of paper and I'm back to blowin' broccoli, ayy