a secret trail that leaves beyond a tick Oh, the sad curl and smear of baby spit I said a??yesa?? but I did not agree to this Last night I dreamed of paper trails
Stacks on deck, Patron on ice And we can pop bottles all night Baby, you could have whatever you like I said, you could have whatever you like Yeah,
and fancy cars And then you'll see you're gonna go far 'Cause everyone knows just who you are So live your life, hey You steady chasin' that paper Just
we stand in the kitchen Splitting it eight ways flipping it 8 days Thought that wild and unruly was just the way to behave Kept the weight and the yey for most the paper
Swizzy, need y'all to take y'all rags out, man, T.I And let it swang, swang, swang, swang Let it swang, swang, swang, swang Alright, okay, I don't dance
No one on the corner have swagga like us Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us No one on the corner have swagga like us Swagga like us, swagga swagga
Hey, hey, hey what's happenin' e'erybody ? I hope they get my good side You know I gotta look good when I walk out the house You know I know the camera
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
[Jazze Pha:] Ladies and gentlemen, You are now tuned in, to the very best Phizzle T.I. Dream [Verse 1:] Long hair, cute face Big booty, thin
Yeah, yeah, yeah, aye Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo I say still I stand, aye And shawty here I am Neva have ya seen in ya lifetime A more divine southern
Hey Hey Hey Hey Damn shawty Look at you I?m just saying man Is it just me or you got too much ass in them jeans Come here Hey I been watchin? you a while
Rebel for the hell of it, hella rich Never have to sell a brick again, must I tell a bitch again The bullshit I'm addressin', check I'm on some next level
Ay, what's haapnin'? All you haters should get at me 'Cause I hear ya and I'm watchin' But I'm serious, haters so all I gotta say is What up? What's
Yeah (Hey) Ha, ha, ha, hey, hey, ha (All right) Aight Toomp man, this what The folks been waitin' on, I guess (That's right) Let's give it to 'em, baby
Hey, the price of fame cost too much Like these niggas talk too much I'm ready for whatever, somebody better tell 'em Said, I'm ready for whatever, hey
Chorus:] I know the times seem long, Just try and keep strong Put on your headphones and rewind this song Remember you ain't missin' nothin' homes, I
: Ay Jim you know them old suga daddy's they be trickin they tell them girl's (I said you could have whatever youu like) [x3 - fade] Yeahh [Chorus:]
