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PERFORMING ARTISTS
T.I.
T.I.
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aldrin Davis
Aldrin Davis
Songwriter
Clifford Harris
Clifford Harris
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
DJ Toomp
DJ Toomp
Producer
Gary Fly
Gary Fly
Assistant Mixing Engineer
John Frye
John Frye
Mixing Engineer
Joshua Gudwin
Joshua Gudwin
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Real talk, true story (uh-huh) No nuts, no glory (uh, uh) Y'know'msayin'? (Real talk) Aye dawg (yeah-yeah), I'ma tell you like this Hey, I'm so raw, and I'm so rich And you so flawed niggaz ain't 'bout shit I'll take yo' broad, I can fuck yo' bitch Know that I'm gon' ball every chance I get Every chance I get, real talk, no shit Every chance I get, make money on this I'll take yo' broad, I can fuck yo' bitch Know that I'm gon' ball every chance I get Every chance I get They say it's lonely at the top (fo' real?) But I don't feel lonely (uh-uhn) Got my homies out in Hollywood, so I don't feel phony Ain't another nigga colder (nah), cribs all over Flash in pan, these other rappers catch a number, Coca-Cola I'm exceedin' expectations, you barely meetin' quota I give it to 'em straight, you cut it with bakin' soda You said I ain't zone one, nigga ha, that's a funny one I'm king like my three-year-old, major like my youngest son Got one named Domani, so you know what I'm gettin' Deyjah and neek neek and messiah like daddy, get 'em Got an angel named Leah here to keep me outta prison And my partner Jason Geter to help me see about a billion Listen, Grand Hustle, best respect this vision My records sell about a million, but shit that just the beginnin' What with Club Crucial and Grand Hustle film division Multiplication to get the paper, I let the clique do the division Break bread, streetcred.com makin' a killin' Plus a king of oneself, high fashion, I'm flashin' I'm ready for whatever though, trained to go you better know Put dick up in whoever hoe, let 'em know Hey, I'm so raw, and I'm so rich And you so flawed niggaz ain't 'bout shit I'll take yo' broad, I can fuck yo' bitch Know that I'm gon' ball every chance I get Every chance I get, real talk, no shit Every chance I get, make money on this I'll take yo' broad, I can fuck yo' bitch Know that I'm gon' ball every chance I get Every chance I get I gotta thank my lucky stars 'cause it came so far Dope game, rap game, 'bout the same so far Brag about your lil' Benz, nigga, that ain't no car I got some shit in my garage that requires a chauffeur High as gas is, the country at war and people are starvin' And I pay a million dollars for Ferrari's, retarded, huh? Sorry bruh, been a dick that been ballin' since it started up Season hoe, get 'em all to fuck 'Cause they know this dough stack tall as fuck Nah, it ain't that I'm rich that they hate so much Least I could do it, not rub it in niggaz face so much So I'm tryin' now while I'm rhymin' not to brag about the island Or the crib in Hawaii where all the walls slide in House is wide open, we could bring the outside in I think you should hear about it, but fuck it I'll be quiet I just spit it how I live it homie, I don't be lyin' Would it make you feel better if I put my pockets on the die? If I made less money, started to dress bummy Would the haters and the critics have more respect for me? Should I downgrade the crib and the way I live? Now how about I don't and we just say I did, nigga Hey, I'm so raw, and I'm so rich And you so flawed, niggaz ain't 'bout shit I'll take yo' broad, I can fuck yo' bitch Know that I'm gon' ball every chance I get Every chance I get, real talk, no shit Every chance I get, make money on this I'll take yo' broad, I can fuck yo' bitch Know that I'm gon' ball every chance I get Every chance I get Aye, say homeboy It's real talk comin' at you live and direct homeboy You dig that? Heh, you could hate all you want partna I'ma give you somethin' to hate on, bitch nigga, ha, ha Grand Hustle, you understand? DJ Toomp you did yo' muh'fuckin' thang as usual Aye hey, look, P$C partna, Pimp Squad Click Aye, Big Kuntry you up next homie It's the king, bitch Yeah, they say I ain't Zone One, bitch nigga My grand mama been livin' on Center Hill 43 years Hoe ass nigga You understand that? Nigga, come meet me nigga See me nigga, you know Why niggaz gotta wait 'til a nigga got the police watchin' you And start kickin' that fuck shit, you know? You know how I get down, you know what it was nigga You know you don't wanna see me, bitch nigga Yeah, aye Hey, I'm so raw, and I'm so rich And you so flawed, niggaz ain't 'bout shit I'll take yo' broad, I can fuck yo' bitch Know that I'm gon' ball every chance I get Every chance I get, real talk, no shit Every chance I get, make money on this I'll take yo' broad, I can fuck yo' bitch Know that I'm gon' ball every chance I get Every chance I get
Writer(s): Clifford J. Harris, Aldrin Davis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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