T.I. ft. Iggy Azalea, Young Dro, Travi$ Scott – Hell You Sayin Ringtone
[Hook]
All we really know is keep pimpin’, all we do is get fly
VVS shine the sun outside
Somebody tryna tell you Hustle Gang ain’t getting to the money tell that nigga he a muthafuckin’ liar
Nigga hell you sayin’? Nigga hell you sayin’?
Fuck you thought? Fuck you thought?
Nigga hell you sayin’? Nigga hell you sayin’?
Fuck you talkin’ bout? Fuck you talkin’ bout?
Nigga hell you sayin’?
Make it rain there, it’s a drought for you
Yall ain’t cruise at my altitude
I’m a boss bitch, I let you spread the rumors
Yea you talkin shit but now that’s true
Million dollar miss, get my money pilin
All love to the hate it’s like 1000$
And I go on it like a broken faucet
On a lean loud gonna have some projects
In the though, makin bank deposits
Crazy money, insane deposit
Balls chased, got a text file
And I blow the rest, my money set shoppin’
Amsterdam, Germany and higher
Changin’ yo coat into the dollars
And tell yo bitch that this boss shit
Where the pimps at? No tramps at
I’m talkin’ money, ya ain’t got it ain’t nothin
I’m on the grind shinin’ like the elevator boy
I’m on the top nigga list, call me EL hunned
You got a bad bitch? I gotta have that buddy
Broke? Nigga please, you can have that, buddy
Yo nigga say he doin’ numbers, where yo math at buddy?
I’m in this muthafucker, sucka can’t unplug it
Fuckin muthafuckin’ loud, try takin’ something from me
Bitch I’m plugged to the Mac, panned up for a pack
Take it back to the trap, make it jump right back
Break it down and I don’t sell quarters of those
If I ain’t got it on me get some mo at the sto’
I know 1000 muthafuckin’ niggas in the city
Say true bout you, Shawty anybody get it
Supposed you get throwed by trap by 80
Just know Hustle Gang get a hell lot nigga
[Hook]
We got them niggas over that deal
Coupe Benz, no roof, I’m way out here
New shoes, you ain’t got that Perrier
You ball late, cut me on cus I have that
Push it in the driveway, tryna fix it out back
I had this big marathon and she ran that
Loud that, alphabet where I carried that
Killed her with the pole then let her hang out back
Fuck them, see I’m hoppin out of foreign cars
I’m a born star and I’m a porn star
I catch you slippin with triggers and really hit a nigga
By myself, I ain’t gotta go get a nigga
Track Biggie, on track verbally killin niggas
Sick flow, might need penicillin nigga
I do the impossible like I ought to do
And yall pussy niggas smaller than a molecule
Out!
I left my passport overseas
You ain’t get dark after 3
Never leave the house unless I’m off of three
Always leave the show with something soft to squeeze
Take a little dab of this, a little drag of this
Then she reached down my pants grabbed my shaggy dick
Leave that muthefucka home covered in my kids
She bossin
Get this grip straight flossin
Smoke the piece with little coffee
Fresh as hell, no coffin
I let her talk the shit
Leave the crib, can’t walk the shit
Buck the dome, Milwaukee shit
Mind so big getting lost and shit
Bossin, hit the club they hear caution
Drunk as hell feelin noxious
High as hell, eatin commas
I’m Ronjy, yo niggas rock Givenchy
I ain’t gotta say I ain’t gotta a way
I ain’t gotta pay cus you know it don’t cost me
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