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Featuring T.I. (Bridge) I say now check this, dig that Dig that, dig that hey (Hook: T.I.) Check this, dig that You know I be getting that Money and them big stacks, You broke I can fix that Yea, you broke I can fix that Yea, hey hey hey I say now check this, dig that You know I be getting that Money and them big stacks, You broke I can fix that Yea, come and see me, I can fix that Yea, hey hey getting money nigga (Verse 1: T.I.) I'm getting my hustle on and I'm rolling, got whatever, getting that paper Fresh out of prison, I'm glowing, middle finger right to them haters Get your chick before she gets stolen, one of my pop the Shirley may take er Send her back to you pussy swollen, so it messed up just like her make-up Got a elevate memory it's flawless, I remember all of ya'll who was talking SongtexteGot a good mind of running your office, whoop your ass in front of your bosses My partner died, in my honor I'm responsible for his mama And daughter too, I bet you she can go whatever college she wanna Still rap rubber bands in my bank row Broken something my kanko Bitch yelling now I'm the shit, like tell me something I ain't know My broken collars and my stocks is, up 20% so my profits They increasing even in my absence, so my attitude is obnoxious Contract almost expired, they get one more album off it Then go to Egle Brotham, make my contract biggie boss shit Got bitches on my sashis, and feel them really watchin Just one more year of paper and I'm back to blowin broccoli (Hook: T.I.) Check this, dig that You know I be getting that Money and them big stacks, You broke I can fix that Yea, you broke I can fix that Yea, hey hey hey I say now check this, dig that You know I be getting that Money and them big stacks, You broke I can fix that Yea, come and see me, I can fix that Yea, hey hey getting money nigga (Verse 2: Trae Tha Truth) I'm the king of Texas, I put on All the block tryina put the whole hood on Stay stiff, while them other niggas still wrong Street shit, only think of niggas still on My niggas on death row, same shit like sheeps Add a 2 fuck, things should been good Tell them I got a million, never gotta worry bout a thing, I represented the best I could Blackened paper in the background She get flipped and I'm back to the trap Trip locked up with something that clap If you don't get that then bitch will get slapped Bitch I pop it, get this droppin From the other hood, same place I got shot up I won't be stopped, probably why you niggas see Money getting big like look what I got up You ain't seen that baby got over that drop Chase that ice and bitch I stay hot Yea I'm truth, that's what you like It's my time, fuck yo pack I got my team strong and my guns loaded City mine, the whole hood 40 This murda business, they know I showed it Suicide, both doors flowded Me and Tunechi DOD, got that work COD You're then living free, you gotta pay a fee That talk include but ain't shit to me Broke, I'll be damned if I go back This Sosa Gang and you know that We earn respect so you owe that With the middle finger I'm like hold that (Hook: T.I.) Check this, dig that You know I be getting that Money and them big stacks, You broke I can fix that Yea, you broke I can fix that Yea, hey hey hey I say now check this, dig that You know I be getting that Money and them big stacks, You broke I can fix that Yea, come and see me, I can fix that Yea, hey hey getting money nigga (Verse 3: T.I.) So many lames and so much to say But that's another topic for another day They know face to face I clown nigga But you ain't talkin shit now nigga Don't try to doubt me up, you ain't down with us Am I angry bitch? Don't I sound better? Cause I'm so sincere and so severe That you know the wall that I persevere I doubted all of my hooks That would be sucker level, my ghost fear I got no compassion, no understanding Like ya'll put yo asses so underhanded My rational is all whippin man Just smash the gas, take full advantage My patience short and my temper bad So you gon find me everywhere you ain't there The best you got you better bring that You wanna take me out, you can't fake me out When they let me out, you wanna help me out Nigga DAD move, come check me out Me and dawg in the drop top Bentley at Headin to the bank, what a check we got One thing ain't no question bout it You if not more, I'm just tired Okay scratch that shit I'm spazzin out Big bank rolls, I'm passin out I'll hug your ho, she passin out Before she hit the ground I'm mashin out I'm bossin up and I'm stayin down Got racks on racks just layin round Big bang nigga, ain't no playin round You wanna check it but then, I bet you're getting out (Hook: T.I.) Check this, dig that You know I be getting that Money and them big stacks, You broke I can fix that Yea, you broke I can fix that Yea, hey hey hey I say now check this, dig that You know I be getting that Money and them big stacks, You broke I can fix that Yea, come and see me, I can fix that Yea, hey hey getting money nigga Aus Songtexte Mania