[Chorus: T.L. Cross]
One thing y'all know about me
I don't play, so just beware
You catch me up in V.I.P
Up in the club, that's my atmosphere
Because I got money to spend -- I keep getting it in
From the hood, so I don't play fair
And I'mma keep living it up, keep getting it up
Keep throwing it up until it all falls down
[Verse 1: Jadakiss]
Break the P's down to onions, money in abundance
I'm in the lower millions, I'm trying to get in the hundreds
Niggas' pants too tight to fight, so they don't want it
You pay for somebody to protect you, so where your gun at?
Been there, done that; seen the coke come back
Seen niggas come home from jail, then run back
Singing the same sad song, my nigga -- one that
Negative energy stick to him like a thumbtack
Real hustler, probably sold a million and one packs
Niggas think they smart and nice, but they dumb wack
It's only 'til you crack they skull, give them a mum' wrap
When it's cold, I reside wherever the sun's at
Son's back, what?
[Chorus: T.L. Cross]
One thing y'all know about me
I don't play, so just beware
You catch me up in V.I.P
Up in the club, that's my atmosphere
Because I got money to spend -- I keep getting it in
From the hood, so I don't play fair
And I'mma keep living it up, keep getting it up
Keep throwing it up until it all falls down
One thing y'all know about me
I don't play, so just beware
You catch me up in V.I.P
Up in the club, that's my atmosphere
Because I got money to spend -- I keep getting it in
From the hood, so I don't play fair
And I'mma keep living it up, keep getting it up
Keep throwing it up until it all falls down
[Verse 1: Jadakiss]
Break the P's down to onions, money in abundance
I'm in the lower millions, I'm trying to get in the hundreds
Niggas' pants too tight to fight, so they don't want it
You pay for somebody to protect you, so where your gun at?
Been there, done that; seen the coke come back
Seen niggas come home from jail, then run back
Singing the same sad song, my nigga -- one that
Negative energy stick to him like a thumbtack
Real hustler, probably sold a million and one packs
Niggas think they smart and nice, but they dumb wack
It's only 'til you crack they skull, give them a mum' wrap
When it's cold, I reside wherever the sun's at
Son's back, what?
[Chorus: T.L. Cross]
One thing y'all know about me
I don't play, so just beware
You catch me up in V.I.P
Up in the club, that's my atmosphere
Because I got money to spend -- I keep getting it in
From the hood, so I don't play fair
And I'mma keep living it up, keep getting it up
Keep throwing it up until it all falls down
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