Want Smoke

[Intro: T.I.] Man, aye It's really like Hustle Gang everything I don't want no peon round me Only bosses in my clique, you know what I'm saying? Get your own shit, run the bag, yo niggaa [Chorus: London Jae] And we got what these niggas ain't got, we got money (Boy, you know you don't want no smoke) And we got what these niggas ain't got, we got power (Fuck you, niggaa, you don't want no smoke) And we got what these niggas ain't got, we got respect (Hey shorty, you know you don't want no smoke) And we got what these niggas ain't got, aye [Post-Chorus: London Jae] Anyway, what you gonna say? Foreign boo in our ride, we just gon' run and play My bitch is foreign, get your cake up (But you know you don't want no smoke) Hustle Gang over everything, shorty you know you don't want no smoke (Shorty, you know you don't want no smoke) [Verse 1: Young Dro] This is a rap, this is a trap That's lame hoe, she volunteered in the camp They call me Dro, this a four four I'm with a out of town broad, she don't go-go Stick like a cactus, blow you off the atlas Run upon you with that Draco I got my ratchet and I'm rockin' Coogi Don't make me act a fool, don't make me unload this uzi I go for the kick, I die for the kick, get money We saw light on the haze, I shoot 'em the back of the face I be the first nigga that's catching a case I stalk through the hood, get a QP, I'm so G You can not do me, I'm a certified gangsta And I'm sponsored by Louis and Ralph And I'm on they tanner, make them pull them bands out Make her only stand out, man, what the plan now Keys in my hand, thirty bricks up in the van now Fuck you saying now, me and T.I.P. gon' cash out [Chorus: London Jae] And we got what these niggas ain't got, we got money (But you know you don't want no smoke) And we got what these niggas ain't got, we got power (Fuck you, niggaa, you don't want no smoke) And we got what these niggas ain't got, we got respect (Hey shorty, you know you don't want no smoke) And we got what these niggas ain't got, aye [Verse 2: T.I.] Still do it, like I'm still broke Still do it like I'm still in center hill rollin' Bankhead , Zone one And I know it Ship it in here like a fake cake He's making me a head-case, I think he Fed, bae You sayin' he your homeboy, I say he dead weight No doubt about it, man I bought a new Bentley just so I can be proud about it Knew it from the beginning that beginning, handle my business Get all your money and do your time if you get it Play your position and play dumb as a witness Stay reminiscing bout Cap , Philant & Trenches Jab it and double Tramel and Bankroll R.I.P., O-G-D free meek, free Roscoe too, Long Live King Troop Multi millionaires still robbin Make you Feel it in the Air Tonight like Phil Collins Here it coming, pull on you with your side bitch like we got problems Pistol better not be where you're riding You drove all the way and put it on a side bitch You mean a doe hoe in the red Bentley truck for Saturday, yeah [Chorus: London Jae] And we got what these niggas ain't got, we got money (But you know you don't want no smoke) And we got what these niggas ain't got, we got power (Fuck you, niggaa, you don't want no smoke) And we got what these niggas ain't got, we got respect (Hey shorty, you know you don't want no smoke) And we got what these niggas ain't got, see [Verse 3: Yung Booke] Full money and power, niggas gonna respect you regardless Fell sleep last night when I was alone in the car Whole army of shooters and Wassi's the sergeant Too hot, you've gotta blow it like a sacred cartridge Hey, I'm a giant, y'all real small, I cut my hands off before I fear y'all You suckers ain't trillville My chrome still will get to singin' like Johnny Gil Nigga, get it how you live it in the street for real Not the industry, that's the difference P gang no sure for hanging, I bet you did Demanding my respect, niggas dropping, they gon' get it I don't just rap about it, my city'll tell you that I live it [?] [Chorus: London Jae] And we got what these niggas ain't got, we got money (But you know you don't want no smoke) And we got what these niggas ain't got, we got power (Fuck you, nigga, you don't want no smoke) And we got what these niggas ain't got, we got respect (Hey shorty, you know you don't want no smoke) And we got what these niggas ain't got, aye [?] (But you know you don't want no smoke) [?] (Shorty, you know you don't want no smoke) [?] (Hey shorty, you know you don't want no smoke)