크레딧

실연 아티스트
T.I.
T.I.
보컬
Lil' Kim
Lil' Kim
보컬
작곡 및 작사
Clifford J. Harris, Jr.
Clifford J. Harris, Jr.
송라이터
Kimberly Denise Jones
Kimberly Denise Jones
송라이터
Scott Storch
Scott Storch
송라이터
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
T.I.
T.I.
책임 프로듀서
Scott Storch
Scott Storch
프로듀서
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
마스터링 엔지니어
Cameron Huff
Cameron Huff
레코딩 엔지니어
Jason Geter
Jason Geter
책임 프로듀서
Josh McDonnell
Josh McDonnell
어시스턴트 믹싱 엔지니어
Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
믹싱 엔지니어
Nico Solis
Nico Solis
믹싱 엔지니어
Tom Tapley
Tom Tapley
어시스턴트 엔지니어

가사

As you can see the O.G.'s from Grand Hustle Done laid it down again, T.I.P. Shawty A man, this for all my home girls that like to see a baller do his thing (Get ya shit together, come on) All the 8's, 9's, and dimes I like to welcome ya'll to the best time Of ya life, ya, understand that All the stones are real and its chrome on all the wheels Ya, know, anythin' less is uncivilized Aye, I pull up to the club, lift both doors up Hopped out clean and ya hoes choose us Walked in the door make the show hold up 'Cause my neck and my bracelet was so froze up The kind of stones bitches wanna see close up So we don't approach them, they comin' and approach us Roll the dro up then go post up Look down cause that's where its gonna go, sho nuff In the V.I.P. and all eyes on us Hoes chill, poppin' pills, blowin' dro no duff Whatcha say you got a man, so what I don't know him, and baby he don't know her I got a new phatom and my own chauffeur Ya, think ya finna be thinkin' 'bout him, no sir Probably prefer to tell ya man goodnight And she don't wanna know what the good life look like If you ain't gettin' money goodnight I know what a broke nigga look like When you ridin' in your wheels, get ya shit together Boy, then diamonds ain't real, get ya shit together Now we can ball seven days, six nights If that head and that pussy get right And match ya panties with ya bras, get ya shit together Come get your hair and nails done, get ya shit together Hey, I'm off the scene with Louis the 13th Chains swing to my jeans, and my T-shirt clean In case you been researchin', I'm the King With a style as mean as the earth seems Chest on ice, and my wrist on gleam 30 karats in the ring, money ain't no thing You think I'm playin', but I ain't jokin' The dro king, if it ain't purple, I ain't smokin' Rubber band bank rolls, 50 thousand dollar cheddar knots Try to shine, is you out your mind, boy you better not I walk around with more money than you ever got Shrewd attitude like I never had to sell a rock Shawty I can get you in whatever spot Backstage, front row, what I got to front for I'm gettin' bored, don't even know what I stunt for Got a lotta rides, what it hurts to cope one more If you ain't gettin' money goodnight I know what a broke nigga look like When you ridin' in your wheels, get ya shit together Boy, then diamonds ain't real, get ya shit together Now we can ball seven days, six nights If that head and that pussy get right And match ya panties with ya bras, get ya shit together Come get your hair and nails done, get ya shit together To all my hot girls, if you wanna come chill Let's roll on chrome wheels, let me tell you what it is We finna throw a little party at the crib Where the floors tricked out and the rooms like ill The basements cool, but the pools unreal Where that millionaire lives, shit remains concealed So pop a pill, put on your blindfold I'm hittin' the dance floor, and grab eighty-nine more Let 'em know we on the way, where they been tryin' to go I knew I had 'em when they asked me "What kind of diamonds are those" Headed to the spot, pourin' double shots of XO Play the, "Love Below", and watch 'em undress slow Flicks on the flat screen, make 'em want to, "Get low" And spit shine this dick of mine until it gets swole When they kick it with the king, they don't wanna let go So whatcha gonna tell a nigga, when he tells ya, "Let's go" If you ain't gettin' money goodnight I know what a broke nigga look like When you ridin' in your wheels, get ya shit together Boy, then diamonds ain't real, get ya shit together Now we can ball seven days, six nights If that head and that pussy get right And match ya panties with ya bras, get ya shit together Come get your hair and nails done, get ya shit together If you ain't gettin' money goodnight I know what a broke nigga look like When you ridin' in your wheels, get ya shit together Boy, then diamonds ain't real, get ya shit together Now we can ball seven days, six nights If that head and that pussy get right And match ya panties with ya bras, get ya shit together Come get your hair and nails done, get ya shit together
Writer(s): Clifford Harris, Scott Storch, Kimberly Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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