Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Every Chance I Get , by - T.I.. Release date: 06.09.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Grand hustle
Song language: English
Every Chance I Get |
| Hey I’m so raw, and I’m so rich |
| And you so flawed niggas 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, but I don’t feel lonely |
| Got my homies out in Hollywood so I don’t feel phony |
| Ain’t another nigga colder, 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 baking soda |
| You said I ain’t Zone One, nigga ha, that’s a funny one |
| I’m King like my 3 year-old, Major like my youngest son |
| Got one named Domani, so you know what I’m gettin (guap) |
| 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 ho, let 'em know |
| 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 Ferraris, retarded, huh? |
| Sorry bruh, been addicted to ballin since I started up |
| See ten hoes, 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 niggas 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 a diet? |
| 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 |
| Ay 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’mma give you somethin to hate on, bitch nigga |
| Ha ha! |
| Grand Hustle, you understand? |
| DJ Toomp you did yo' muh’fuckin thang as usual |
| Ay-hey look, P$C partna, Pimp Squad Click |
| Ay, Big Kuntry you up next homie |
| It’s the king, BITCH! |
| Yeahhhhhh, they say I ain’t Zone One, bitch nigga |
| My grandmama been livin on Center Hill 43 years, ho-ass nigga |
| You understand that? |
| Nigga come meet me nigga |
| See me nigga! |
| You know? |
| Why niggas 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! |
| Yeahhhhhh, AY! |