24's T.I.

[Intro]
Yeah
For all my real ATL niggas, that's right
This the dope boy anthem
Come on

[Chorus]
Money, hoes, (Ah and the)
Cars and clothes
That's how all my niggas roll (How we ride shawty?)
Blowin' dro (Uh oh)
24's (Woo!)
That's how all my niggas roll
Money, hoes, (Ah and the)
Cars and clothes
That's how all my niggas roll (Ah how they ride pimpin'?)
Blowin' dro (Uh oh)
24's (OK)
That's how all my niggas roll

[Verse 1]
I'm in a drop-top Chevy with the roof wide open
My partners looking at me to see if my eyes open
'Cause I've been dranking and I've been smoking
And flying down 285 but I'm focused
454 SS, I race Porsches
White leather seats, as fresh as Air Forces
I say, I'm doing 'bout a hundred but the track still bumping
Number 8 on N.W.A, "Straight Outta Compton"
Pull up at your apartment sitting on 20 somethings
And the dope boys hollering, "What's happening?", the kid running in
The cliques start dancing and the broads start choosing
And the cars been parked but the rims keep moving
Sign pictures, buy an onion of good and throw the deuces
I ain't Hollywood, I come from the hood, I'm used to it
So if your rear view shaking and your seats vibrating
24 inch Dayton's got the Chevrolet skatin', makin'