Out My Face

[Chorus: T.I. & Shad da God]

Let the yopper rain down if you stop my pay

The Glock I spray, put 'em in the box I say

100K, get it out my safe

If you ain't talkin' money, boy, get out my face, hey

I'mma pull up in the Porsche with a hoe in that bitch

The Cayenne baby, gotta go foreign that bitch

I swear, I'm gon' beat my jugg, I'ma burn out the lot

You gettin', drug money, yeah we promotin' that shit

[Verse 1: Shad da God]

From my Porsche we swayin' and now we ishy

Now I pull out then drive past on them bitches

I talk to Roscoe every day like he ain't missin'

You ain't missin' shit, they droppin' shit in the trenches

I just dropped in the flame, and fucked up some Benjis

Money comin' and goin', you in that Bimmy

I got some hoes and they supported drinking chilly

I'm with some dudes on the scene in the Rolls Rizzy

[Chorus: T.I. & Shad da God]

Let the yopper rain down if you stop my pay

The Glock I spray, put 'em in the box I say

100K, get it out my safe

If you ain't talkin' money, boy, get out my face, hey

I'ma pull up in the Porsche with a hoe in that bitch

The Cayenne baby, gotta go foreign that bitch

I swear, I'm gon' beat my jugg, I'ma burn out the lot

You gettin', drug money, yeah we promotin' that shit

[Verse 2: Young Thug]

I gotta, top off it ain't for rent

Fuck a, tongue bitch I'm not a lick

Jump, jump up on that baby ribbit

No frog, but I came up out the motherfuckin' trenches

Dig it? Pimp her ride like Xzibit did it

Dig it? I'm in Japan like a fuckin' skillet

Do you dig it? She actin' tough, but I don’t know she with it

Dig it? Dig it? She bought a cat I bought a jag kitty

I'm showin' love out in Magic City

Boy, you a dub, I ain't talking twenties

You didn't show no love, you were never with it

Raining bullets on your cuz man I hope he with it

Cause he gon' get it, oh yeah yeah yeah he gon' get it

I'm that boy yeah yeah but I'm not kiddin'

I asked her do she got a passport she said if she didn't I would purchase it so what'd I ask for

[Chorus: T.I. & Shad da God]

Let the yopper rain down if you stop my pay

The Glock I spray, put 'em in the box I say

100K, get it out my safe

If you ain't talkin' money, boy, get out my face, hey

I'ma pull up in the Porsche with a hoe in that bitch

The Cayenne baby, gotta go foreign that bitch

I swear, I'm gon' beat my jugg, I'ma burn out the lot

You gettin', drug money, yeah we promotin' that shit

[Verse 3: London Jae & T.I.]

Coming for the money the money lil nigga

Hangin out the window gunnin, you runnin' lil' nigga

Ten scrates, I'm a baller no foul on lil nigga

Money over bitches forever, you don't want it lil nigga

Balmain sweat drips, sag on Givenchy boy that 200 racks

Photo 650 three bitches in a matress

Run the city like marathon, backwoods stuffed with Chevron, shoot every gun, I never run

Trap 24/7 like the telethon, banging heavy metal call him Megatron

Miss me with the bullshit is what you better do, Boyz N tha Hood, young nigga with a attitude

Bitches fuck, I give a fuck right now

Might try me, the plug'll pull up right now

Nigga I could give a damn about your two cents, cause you could front me fifty grand and I'm getting rich

[Chorus: T.I. & Shad da God]

Let the yopper rain down if you stop my pay

The Glock I spray, put 'em in the box I say

100K, get it out my safe

If you ain't talkin' money, boy, get out my face, hey

I'ma pull up in the Porsche with a hoe in that bitch

The Cayenne baby, gotta go foreign that bitch

I swear, I'm gon' beat my jugg, I'ma burn out the lot

You gettin', drug money, yeah we promotin' that shit