(feat. Lil' Kim)

[Intro - T.I. talking]

As you see the O.G.s from Grand Hustle done laid it down again

T.I.P. shawty

Hey yo, this for all my homegirls like to see a baller do his thing

Get ya shit together come on

All the eight, nines, and dimes

I'd like to welcome y'all to the best time of ya life

Ya understand that

All the stones is real

And it's all chrome on the wheels, ya know

Anything less is uncivilized



[Verse 1 - T.I.]

Pull up to the club, lift both doors up

Hopped out clean and yo ho chose us

Walked in the door, make the show hold up

Cause my neck and my bracelet is so froze up

The kind of stones bitches wanna see close up

So we don't appraoch them, they come and appraoch us

Roll the dro up then go post up

Look down with the west fixin' go sho' nuff

In the V.I.P. and all eyes on us

Hoes chill, poppin' pills blowin' dro no dust

What cha say, got a man so what

I don't know him baby and he don't know her

I got a new Phantom and my own chauffeur

Ya think ya fixin' be thinkin' bout him, no sir

Probably prefer to tel ya man good night

Unless you don't wanna know what the good life look like



[Hook - Lil' Kim, T.I.]

[Lil' Kim]

If you ain't gettin' money good night

I know what a broke nigga look like

When ya ridin' in ya wheels get ya shit together

Boy them diamonds ain't real, get ya shit together

[T.I.]

Now we can ball seven days, six nights

If tht head and that pussy hit right

Hey, match ya panties with ya bras get ya shit together

Go get ya hair and nails done get ya shit together



[Verse 2 - T.I.]

Hey, I'm off the scene with Louis the thirteenth

Chains swings to my jeans, and my T-shirt clean

In case you been researching, I'm the King

With a style as mean as the Earth seem

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 joking

The dro king, if it ain't purple, I ain't smoking

Rubberband bank rolls, fifty 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 getting bored, don't even know what I stunt for

Got a lot of rides, what it hurt to cop one more



[Hook - Lil' Kim, T.I.]



[Verse 3 - T.I.]

To all my hot girls, if you wanna come chill

Or roll on chrome wheels, let me tell you what it is

We fixin' throw a little party at the crib

Where the floors tricked out and the rooms like ill

The basement's cool, but the pools unreal

Where that millionaire lives, shit remains concealled

So pop a pill, put on your blindfold

I'm hitting the dance floor, and grab eighty-nine more

Let em' know we on the way where they been trying to go

I knew I had em' when they asked me "What kind of diamonds are those"

Headed to the spot pouring double shots of XO

Play the "Love Below" ane 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 tell ya "Let's Go"



[Hook x2 - Lil' Kim, T.I.]