Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Certified, artist - T.I.. Date of issue: 14.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Certified |
| I’m a certified A-town nigga, trap original |
| Did it analog, fore' this shit was even digital |
| Big box Chevy, tinted windows riding sellin work |
| Never tell I rather go to heaven |
| I’m a felon, yeah I know, pray a bean at the end be the grand total |
| Low in the hood tryna duck po po |
| Her face, my lap, up and down slow mo |
| And I’m on go |
| I’m in your town |
| I hit your club and call your ho |
| But ya way too old, and this ain’t new |
| Respect my pimpin you know how this go |
| Flip flop, diamonds on top of my watch I bet your bitch watch |
| When I’m hopping out of my drop |
| I’m a big shot, money falling out of my pocket |
| Talking big knots, 40 50 60 70 thousand yeah |
| Shawty like me cause I’m certified |
| See the thirst in her eyes |
| Shawty like me cause I’m certified |
| Money seem to fall it go down when we come around |
| Okay we walk around town like big player |
| Out the parking lot make it fishtail |
| All I care about is my bankroll |
| I don’t really care about his share |
| Okay cash out triple my real estate |
| And add to the money my kids’ll make |
| I’m up in DC tryna pale all this shit |
| But still head on the swivel for the pistol play |
| Gotta big Glock 40 on the side of your noggin |
| Get your shit popped ain’t nobody talkin while I’m talkin |
| I’m a big shot, money falling out of my pocket |
| Talking big knots 40 50 60 70 thousand yeah |
| Naw now whats up with all that (yeah, yeah) |
| We pull up on you bet you finna haul ass (yeah, yeah) |
| A mystery why I never called back |
| Sorry she never saw that |
| Niggas be all on my dick because I’m with they bitch who be on my ball sack, |
| yeah |
| Shawty like me cause I’m certified |
| My Lamborghini fast enjoy the ride |
| She getting high yelling «its a vibe' |
| As I pull off all her garments |
| Say she ain’t never fucked a star |
| Girl I might fuck you in the car |
| Yeah you remind me of my Jeep |
| And ill let you ride it, them other niggas ain’t fuckin with me |
| Shawty like me cause I’m certified |
| See the thirst in her eyes |
| Shawty like me cause I’m certified |
| Money seem to fall it go down when we come around |
| Okay we walk around town like big player |
| Out the parking lot make it fishtail |
| All I care about is my bankroll |
| I don’t really care about his share |
| Okay cash out triple my real estate |
| And add to the money my kids’ll make |
| I’m up in DC tryna pale all this shit |
| But still head on the swivel for the pistol play |
| Flip flop, diamonds on top of my watch I bet your bitch watch |
| When I’m hopping out of my drop |
| I’m a big shot, money falling out of my pocket |
| Talking big knots, 40 50 60 70 thousand yeah |