T.I. - I Need Dollas Lyrics

T.I. - I Need Dollas Lyrics

if i share with you my story would you share your dollar with me (hey hey)
well i need a dollar, dollar, dollar that’s what i need (hey hey)
said i need a dollar, dollar, dollar that’s what i need (hey hey)
and i need a dollar, dollar, dollar that’s what i need
and if i share with you my story would you share you dollar with me

you know what it is
bitch still none other than the king
need green just to occupy my rubberbands
hundred grand at a time, keep it coming
when i started i was trapping
woke up ballin like “what happened?”
it’s gonna be hell to the captain
let’s just smoke up in this city

let me get a 100 milli and focus on a billi
what’s the muthafuckin dilly nigga? you already know
profits at a steady flow, cheddar, paper, you already know
stay a step ahead of whoever when niggas say he go
we never should’ve let him go to movies, television shows
and who we foolin? he ain’t stupid
his bankroll just meet his ego

no less than seven zeroes, stimulate bitches libido
so crazy just like danger mouse and cee-lo
from a kilo to a yacht in cabo
chillin like december in toledo
he’s so hungry for the money like he’s still selling dimes
got a mill on his mind, dollar bill at a time

if i share with you my story would you share your dollar with me (hey hey)
well i need a dollar, dollar, dollar that’s what i need (hey hey)
said i need a dollar, dollar, dollar that’s what i need (hey hey)
and i need a dollar, dollar, dollar that’s what i need
and if i share with you my story would you share you dollar with me

ain’t no vacation, working like a jamaican
mixed with a hatian
several different occupations, no exaggeration
18-20 hour days while you sleeping i’m making money
patient i ain’t tracin’ money, ‘less the conversation money
what you saying dunny? why you talking to me huh?

hundred bound vs a quarter mill a show, a mill a movie
prps, gucci, louis, got my head as big as stewy
20 mills the answer if you ask mw how our crew are doing
now i keep it moving, no exception, no conclusion
if we racing to the top, no competition, i’m a shoe-in
and you in my way, don’t ruin my faith

‘fore i pay a 100k for them to boo you off stage
i’m way up front, stop playing, don’t prank
used to want dough like jay-z but now i’m thinking donald trump
bob johnson, warren buffett, fuck it,a in’t that tough
hundred mils stacked up, dollar bills add up

if i share with you my story would you share your dollar with me (hey hey)
well i need a dollar, dollar, dollar that’s what i need (hey hey)
said i need a dollar, dollar, dollar that’s what i need (hey hey)
and i need a dollar, dollar, dollar that’s what i need
and if i share with you my story would you share you dollar with me

T.I. Ft. Young Jeezy - Fuck Da City Up Lyrics

T.I. Ft. Young Jeezy - Fuck Da City Up Lyrics

[hook]
this for my niggas on the block dodging one time
grinding hard, burning up at least one nine
put ya middle fingers in the air one time

ride wit me, f-ck da city up one time
f-ck the city up
f-ck the city up
f-ck the city up
fuck the city up one time
f-ck the city up
f-ck the city up
f-ck the city up
f-ck the city up one time

[verse 1: t.i.]
fresh out the bed getting head in a range rove
all about that bread, rubberbands on my bankroll
bankhead, simpson road this atlanta b!tch
so fly, so gangsta but it’s glamorous

we living out your fantasies, suckas can’t handle this
they know we run the city shawty it’s unanimous
shout it out ? k-9, forty-four
k, quarter, half, whole thang nigga like the old days?
hey, dope boy trap nigga swag

hundred karat chain, quarter mil in the bag
i’m no longer poppin’ tags i just let ‘em hang
sucka nigga doing bad i just do my thang
and i ain’t frontin’, straight by the book-g code
bad b!tch, a flat stomach, fat booty, deep throat
twenty grand in my pants, fifty in my peacoat
jeezy f-ckin’ wit me and we f-ckin’ up the city ho

[hook]
this for my niggas on the block dodging one time
grinding hard, burning up at least one nine
put ya middle fingers in the air one time
ride wit me, f-ck da city up one time
f-ck the city up
f-ck the city up
f-ck the city up
fuck the city up one time
f-ck the city up
f-ck the city up
f-ck the city up
fuck the city up one time

[verse 2: young jeezy]
i seen jizzle in traffic with his top off
so much louie shit it looking like it knock off
violation, that’ll get ya ass knocked off
texas pete nigga get ya ass hot sauce
ever see me in the club with my shades off
it was a cool contest i guess the shades lost
28-5 yeah that’s my cost

b!tch my closet so big i swear i got lost
what? yeah i think i’m gon’ need a map
we throw them birdies in the pool make ‘em swim a lap
whip it counterclockwise, that’s the backstroke
b!tch my chain so big look like my back broke
yeah we ’bout to f-ck the city up, go broke
b!tch i’m balling so hard i need the whole court
six spots in one night they call it club hopping
that new ? jizzle shit it got the club rocking

[hook]
this for my niggas on the block dodging one time
grinding hard, burning up at least one nine
put ya middle fingers in the air one time
ride wit me, f-ck da city up one time
f-ck the city up
f-ck the city up
f-ck the city up
fuck the city up one time
f-ck the city up
f-ck the city up
f-ck the city up
fuck the city up one time

[verse 3: t.i. & young jeezy]
[t.i.]
i’m talkin’ a-town shit, ex lean pound bit
chopper, fifty round clip
keep it with me, i ‘on’t slip
anyone around tip bout that drama boy i promise
got a o of presidential, b!tch i’m blowin’ that obama

[young jeezy]
yeah i’m talkin’ plenty choppers, scopes on the a-r
you know how i do it, forgiatos on the car
when i came up out the womb all i wanna be a star
hope the feds don’t stop me, life sentence in the car

[t.i.]
hey boy we spittin, reminiscin’ bout when we was in the kitchen
representin’, niggas payin’ b!tches need to pay attention
and we on for the city freaks, this a-t-l
do it for my nigga big meech and b.m.f. nigga

[young jeezy]
nigga, all i blow is strong b!tch i’m straight for the week
order 5000 dollars, threw it all on the freaks
order twenty-five bricks, i put em all on the streets
b!tch it’s shaketown and we turnt up while you sleep

[hook]
this for my niggas on the block dodging one time
grinding hard, burning up at least one nine
put ya middle fingers in the air one time
ride wit me, f-ck da city up one time
f-ck the city up
f-ck the city up
f-ck the city up
fuck the city up one time
f-ck the city up
f-ck the city up
f-ck the city up
fuck the city up one time

T.I. - Pyro Lyrics

T.I. - Pyro Lyrics

[t.i. - verse 1]
i got a corkscrew swag, they see me and get it poppin’
i wear their ass out and in the morning take ‘em shoppin’
treat a hoe so sweet, they get wit’ me they spoilt rotten
they wanna be my baby, call me daddy no adoption

shawty raw, ball, out at all costs
hit the club twice as fly as anybody i saw
training wheels on the hustle i will never fall off
you can keep ya p-ssy baby, give me all jaw
i’m young dumb, cold as they come
treat me like the drummer, give me some would ya hun’
yeah i’m hung but i still get sprung with the tongue
f-ck her good all night, even the sun finna come

[hook]
i’m on fire and ice cold
a black benz, a white rolls
like loose women, and tight clothes
say i’m the bomb bitch, i’m dynamite pyro
(bang, ba-bang, bang, ba-bang, bang..)
i’m dynamite, pyro
(bang, ba-bang, bang, ba-bang, bang..)
i’m the bomb bitch, i’m dynamite, pyro

[t.i. - verse 2]
rock a bad bitch, you with me, whats there name? who cares?
treat ‘em like twix, i’m coming in pairs
go insane in that p-ssy but i never go fair
yep, veneer so rare shawty aint even fair
everywhere you see i be, i get that don’t handle my b.i.
money small thing to a giant, eli
g4 flying, i don’t never see the kiosk
i take a nigga little bitch and buy her a little prius, yes
dat aint on fire like we is
certified flyer, recognise us where you see us
take no shit, no how, no way
we tnt c4, okaaay

[hook]

[t.i. - verse 2]
party at the presidential, if you with it, lets get it
no matter where you live, i’m the hottest in your city
they talking ’bout they balling and their flossing but i live it
i sit her in that phantom, get her out that honda civic
in the vip i’m chillin’, everythang ice cold
black chicks, latin bitches, asian broads, white hoes
f-ck wit’ hoes who like hoes, only if they tight though
purse game insane, shoe game pyscho
black on black, credit card on deck
and a black maybach on the boulevard, flexin
v.s. is in the chain, filled wit’ clear stones
hero as i can be, h.n.i.c?
i’m gone

[hook]

T.I. Ft. Big K.R.I.T. - I'm Flexin Lyrics

T.I. Ft. Big K.R.I.T. - I’m Flexin Lyrics

[T.I.]
A Cougar Matching My Kicks Bitch
Paparazzi Everywhere I Go
Got Cameras All In My Business
I Rep The Town
Hold It Down
Cruise All Around In My Old School
My Speaker Loud And My Reefer Too
I Ain’t Speaking Bitch Do I Know You
… Behind That Wall
It’s The Only Place That I Can’t Go
I’m Focused Dawg And I Ain’t With That Fuck Shit
I’m Tried And True When I’m Riding Through

T.I. Ft. B.o.B - We Don’t Get Down Like Y’all Lyrics

T.I. Ft. B.o.B - We Don’t Get Down Like Y’all Lyrics

[Hook - B.o.B]
We don’t get down like y’all
Na, na, na, na,
Na, na, na, na,
We don’t get down like y’all
Sucka nigga, we don’t get down like y’all!

[Verse 1: T.I.]
It’s been a lot of back and forth over this and that
So I don’t pick the bobo no more, I just get it, Fact!
Listen, pimpin’, let me tell you what the business here
Y’all know some so I’mma tell you what the difference here
See, we’re old school, you’re just old news
We used to move blow, and you just blow dude
See we the talk of the town, me and my whole crew
You run around town gossip, like the hoe do
See you name-drop when nobody knows you

We get the lames out our sector, like we ‘posed to
My crew, we cop the bentley, Brooklyn and the Rolls too
You give her roses I’m the one she bring the rose to
So you say you’re shining, well I guess I’m shining more
So high up, I’m soaring, thirty I’m like a dinosaur, carnivore
(Meat) Me year, G they respect,
Me to you like a comparing a vet to a cadet, nigga

[Hook - B.o.B]
We don’t get down like y’all
I ball, I do, you talk
I’m real, you flaw
Cause nigga, we don’t get down like you!
Sucka nigga, we don’t get down like you!

[Verse 2: T.I.]
Don’t call it the comeback
Getting right? being from the fed pen
Pull up on them suckers, pop the trunk and tell ‘em get in!
I thought I lost well guess again
Back to balling, getting bread, bring the checks in
Yeah, like we did on my last case
I show you how to make a blessing out of bad breaks
Hey, let me set you niggas ass straight
Hoe want there clothes back, loosen up fagbay!
Them hotpants bad for your prostate
Lime green high, pink up dragqueen, hotdate
At stores asking for the same size the bitches buy
they say is hip, but where I’m from we call it sissyfied

[Hook - B.o.B]
We don’t get down like y’all
I ball, I do, you talk
I’m real, you flaw
Cause nigga, we don’t get down like you!
Sucka nigga, we don’t get down like you!

[Verse 3: T.I.]
Before us there was none, after us no more than ever be
This is the greatest show on Earth you ever seen
I still do it for my nigga in the streets, getting into
Blowing money like my nigga, Big Meach just to do it
Say we’re blowing money fast, big old money bag
3 /400 cash just to make them suckers mad
Back in the saddle the winner of every battle
Been the best since I was rapping in the rattle, world travel
As you comment on the rumors of what have you beware, dude
Prayer can’t prepare you, how dare you?
Disrespect my presence peasants, I will tear you,
A new one, I poop on, your ego is ?
Rolls Royce back seat, no great coupon
A true don, Three piece cashmere suit on
Pion, see it aint no neon on my new ones
Hear the truth on every song I spew on, Bloaw

[Hook - B.o.B]
We don’t get down like y’all
I ball, I do, you talk
I’m real, you flaw
Cause nigga, we don’t get down like you!
Sucka nigga, we don’t get down like you!