Get Ya Shit Together
T.I. ft Lil' Kim
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As you can see the OGs from Grand Hustle done laid down in the VIP
Hey man this is how my homegirls who like to see a baller do his thing
Get your shit together, come on
All the eight, nines and dimes who
Like to welcome y'all to the best time
You ain't stay playin', dro stay blowin', you know
My stones is real and it's chrome on all the wheels, you know
Everything lit, it's unsilenced
I pull up to the club, lift both doors up
Hopped out clean and your hoe chose us
Walked in the door, make the show hold up
'Cause my neck and my bracelet was so froze up
The kind of stones bitches wanna see close up
So we don't approach them, they come and approach us
Roll the dro up then go post up
Look down 'cause that's where it's finna go, sure enough
In the VIP and all eyes on us
Hoes chill, poppin' pills, blowin' dro, no duh
What you say? You got a man, so what?
I don't know him and baby he don't know her
I got a new Phantom and my own chauffeur
You think you finna be thinkin' 'bout him? No sir
Probably prefer to tell your man goodnight
'Less you don't wanna know what the good life look like
If you ain't gettin' money, goodnight
I know what a broke nigga look like
When you ridin' in your wheels, get your shit together
Boy them diamonds ain't real, get your shit together
Now we can ball seven days, six nights
If that head or that pussy hit right
Hey match your panties with your bras, get your shit together
Come get your hand nails done, get your shit together
Hey, I'm off the scene with Louis the 13th
Chain swings to my jeans and my T-shirt clean
In case you been researching
I'm the king with a style as mean as the Earth seen
Chest on ice and my wrist on gleam
30 Carats in the ring, money ain't no thing
You think I'm playin' but I ain't jokin'
The dro king, if pink purple I ain't smokin'
Rubber band bankrolls, seventy thousand dollar cheddar
Nigga try to shine, is you out your mind? Boy you better not
I walk around with more money than you ever got
Shrewd attitude like I never had to sell a rock
Shawty I can get you in whatever spot
Backstage, front row, what I gotta front for?
I'm gettin' bored, don't even know what I stunt for
Got a lot of rides, woulda heard you cop one more
If you ain't gettin' money, goodnight
I know what a broke nigga look like
When you ridin' in your wheels, get your shit together
Boy them diamonds ain't real, get your shit together
Now we can ball seven days, six nights
If that head or that pussy hit right
Hey match your panties with your bras, get your shit together
Come get your hand nails done, get your shit together
To all my hot girls if you wanna come chill
And roll on chrome wheels, let me tell you what it is
We finna throw a little party at the crib
Where the floor's tricked out and the room's like ill
The basement's cool but the pool's unreal
Where a millionaire live, shit remain concealed
So pop a pill, put on your blindfold
I'm hittin' the dance floor and grab eight or nine more
Let 'em know we on the way to where they were tryin' to go
I knew I had 'em when they asked me what kind of diamonds are those
Get 'em to the spot, pourin' double shots of XO
Play the Love Below and watch 'em undress slow
Flicks on the flat screen make 'em wanna get low
And spit shine this dick of mine 'til it gets swole
When they kick it with the king they don't wanna let go
So what you gon' tell a nigga when he tell you let's go?
If you ain't gettin' money, goodnight
I know what a broke nigga look like
When you ridin' in your wheels, get your shit together
Boy them diamonds ain't real, get your shit together
Now we can ball seven days, six nights
If that head or that pussy hit right
Hey match your panties with your bras, get your shit together
Come get your hand nails done, get your shit together
If you ain't gettin' money, goodnight
I know what a broke nigga look like
When you ridin' in your wheels, get your shit together
Boy them diamonds ain't real, get your shit together
Now we can ball seven days, six nights
If that head or that pussy hit right
Hey match your panties with your bras, get your shit together
Come get your hand nails done, get your shit together