T.I. - 24's

[Chorus: repeat 2X] Money, hoes, cars and clothes That's how all my niggaz know Blowin dro, twenty-fo' That's how all my niggaz roll [T.I.] In a drop top chevy with the roof wide open My partners looking at me to see if my eyes open Cause I've been drankin, and I've been smokin Flying down 285 but I'm focused Four fifty four's, I race Porsches White leather seats, as fresh as Air Forces Doing bout a hundred but the track still bumping Number 8 on N.W.A., "Straight Outta Compton" Pull up at your apartment sitting on 20 somethings And the dope boys hollin "what's hapnin", kid runnin in The clicks start dancin and the broads start choosin And the cars been parked but the rims keep movin Sign pictures by the hundred, to the youngins in the hood Cause I ain't hollywood, I come from the hood I'm used to it, if your rear view shaking and your seats vibrating 24 inch Daytons got the Chevrolet shaking [Chorus] [T.I.] I'll make a mill' and I'm satisfied, I'll get the rest Underaged civilian in the tigthest ride, I want the best I refuse to get a 9 to 5, I'm a flip my ki's Been payin my dues since eighty-nine, trying to get my cheese Diamonds gleam when I'm on the scene, they know its me Ain't no dream or no fantasy (biitch) it's T-I-P Brought busting, like a baby do a blanket Five karat VVS's on my motherfucking pinkie Half of Hennessy and Belvedere What we dranking, pimp squad send for broads What the hell you niggaz thinkin Young nigga spendin weekends on the islands in the fall 24 inch rim shining when I'm riding cause I'm ballin I'm calling out shots like a pool shark My tools spark in the dark when I fool marks Y'all fools hearts in the wrong place at the wrong time I got a strong mind to grab my chrome nine And shoot at your ass for a long time But I'm a get that ass hauled off, fuck around with the click they'll be lookin for your dick wit a stick Nigga y'all soft, so y'all lost, cause I'ma ball at all costs Spit game at a dame, make her ride on this thang 'til she falls off and sucks balls off, I got the [Chorus] [T.I.] I'm not boucing little shorty, I'm relaxing right now I probably still be trappin if I wasnt rapping right now Bragging about pistols at the house, I want 'em strapped right now Keep on talkin folk, I'll lay you on your back right now Want ta act right now, get smacked right now I'm a buck a motherfucker, I don't know to back down Clown down here fakin, frontin Talkin bout what you makin - nothin I'm 21 and 10 years deep, that shit to me ain't nothin I'm raised by the niggaz gettin head from the jays Lose your leg when I spray, end up dead from the 'K Stay ready for the raid, paid heavy from the yae I told my class to kiss my ass, I smoke 11 everyday