[Chorus: T.I.]
I try to keep it real when niggas don't like me
Hey, but fuck nigga don't try me
I try to keep it real when niggas don't like me
(in the background yes I can but I don’t try as hard as you do though)
Hey, but fuck nigga don't try me
I don't see red don’t see blue can't you see how we do it
Get that money in my crew
Get that money how we do
Bitch Hold up hold up don’t see color in my crew bitch hold up hold up
Get the low on how we do now bitch
[Verse 1: T.I.]
Splurge on bitch spend a meal ticket
Imma spaz on a nigga bout a bank roll
I’m a eight figure nigga but I still kick it
Brought a bankhead and she don’t dial you when the bank call
Nigga Got a 20 p walking outta cricket
Pulling up the song with a couple hundred figures
Nigga betta pay respect or gonna pay the consequences
Give a damn who he is
Who you is a still get it
By by laws of the land
In the city you can die with it all in your hand
Aye, How could you even call him a man all he bringing to the table is his balls in his hand (broke nigga)
Aye and if yall all in demand then I aim middle finger up to all of your fans
Cuz it take a real one to recognize a real one and if it ain’t a real one then recognize that I’m Done
Then I just say fuck it
Throw a few birds in a brand new bucket
Ride through the hood make sure everything good and put my homeboys on til the feds come Running
Till the hater with the money on my head come gunning, sit they ass on fire like the gas I’m Burning
I make sure all my sons hear from all my cousins
Nigga fuck the bullshit and get money ah ah ahaha
I try to keep it real when niggas don't like me
Hey, but fuck nigga don't try me
I try to keep it real when niggas don't like me
(in the background yes I can but I don’t try as hard as you do though)
Hey, but fuck nigga don't try me
I don't see red don’t see blue can't you see how we do it
Get that money in my crew
Get that money how we do
Bitch Hold up hold up don’t see color in my crew bitch hold up hold up
Get the low on how we do now bitch
[Verse 1: T.I.]
Splurge on bitch spend a meal ticket
Imma spaz on a nigga bout a bank roll
I’m a eight figure nigga but I still kick it
Brought a bankhead and she don’t dial you when the bank call
Nigga Got a 20 p walking outta cricket
Pulling up the song with a couple hundred figures
Nigga betta pay respect or gonna pay the consequences
Give a damn who he is
Who you is a still get it
By by laws of the land
In the city you can die with it all in your hand
Aye, How could you even call him a man all he bringing to the table is his balls in his hand (broke nigga)
Aye and if yall all in demand then I aim middle finger up to all of your fans
Cuz it take a real one to recognize a real one and if it ain’t a real one then recognize that I’m Done
Then I just say fuck it
Throw a few birds in a brand new bucket
Ride through the hood make sure everything good and put my homeboys on til the feds come Running
Till the hater with the money on my head come gunning, sit they ass on fire like the gas I’m Burning
I make sure all my sons hear from all my cousins
Nigga fuck the bullshit and get money ah ah ahaha
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