I Can't Help It

[Verse 1: T.I.]

Hey, you know me, bitch nigga, I'm all of that

Hit your broad with the business, didn't call her back

Relax lil' cat, let the big dog attack

Thought it was over for me homie, did you fall for that?

U-turn big arrest, no cardiac

Get your hand out of my pocket

What with all of that?

Tell the sheriff he can get these fucking charges back

And lil money, still gotta thank God for that

Regardless, big bank can't fold it up

Ain't another nigga flowing who a colder bruh

Quarter-mil for the show, really though, what's up?

Louis duffel-bag say "load it up"

Get into the hotel, better know what's up

With them niggas out there get the hold it off

We never had a problem getting hoes to fuck

Suck dick, lick, spit from the shoulders up

I let this nut get all over her

Another thick bitch kissing all over her

Bust the pussy wide open can't close it up

Make it bounce that shit

When you found that bitch

She was laid on the ground

Patted down, six chicks

For the drab bag of money

Trying to count that shit

Never would you find me around that bitch

If she got them lips wrapped around that dick

All the niggas wanna make love, fuck that

I Bing, Bang, pound, beat down that clit

Sick with it, like E-40 and them

Fill up every hole jaw that you saw with him

This K-I-N-G aka, Big Bank, aka Shawty the Pimp

Ay, aka Shawty the Pimp

Big Bank, aka Shaw the Pimp

[Chorus: Rocko & (T.I.)]

I get money, I can't help it

You can't stop it, you gotta accept it

You can't knock it, you gotta respect it

This is who I am nigga, I can't help it

I can't help it

(In the ghetto in a drop Rolls Royce)

(They say "keep it one hundred")

(I ain't got no choice)

I can't help it

(Yeah, her all-way big bank)

(I'm so trill and you ain't)

("Cut it down" Bitch, I can't)

I can't help it

(Ay, see how I do it? I'm so hood)

("Cut it off, go Hollywood")

(Bitch I would if I could)

I can't help it

(Ay, the city wouldn't be shit without me)

(Fifteen-million dollar houses)

(Still can't get that trap up out me)

I can't help it

[Verse 2: Rocko]

I'm a hustler all the way down to the bone

Terrorists everyday rhyme with that bomb

Stay on the day from the night to the morn'

I ain't gonna serve you nothing under a zone

No fucking favors, don't ask for no loan

Shop with your dogs then tryna get on

Come on my spot, don't be calling my phone

Nigga you ain't tryna shop, leave me alone

Grinding for days, I haven't been home

Don't plan on going on 'til it's all gone

Mainly strong or whatever you want

"Gotta get right" Well, fuck it, what's wrong?

Shots of Patron, whole lot of storm

800's on but you know what I'm on

Your bitch wanna fuck now she know that I'm on

On motherfucker, I just want some dome

Play with me nigga, I got that tone

Need no help I can handle my own

I tear on your sqaud but I ain't from the Bronx

One in the back, still play with that drum

Just know that I don't play the radio home

No radio-play every song that I'm on

Case you ain't know I'm Rocko the Don

Zone folk Hamilton, low on fun

Gucci my hat, Gucci my drawers

Gucci on my ass-cheek cover my balls

Gucci my pant, Gucci my shirt

Gucci bookbag while I keep on that twerk

Gucci bandanna on top of my shirt

Gucci boots on, gotta travel in the dirt

She around me everywhere I go

G Code, G Code that's all I know

[Chorus: Rocko & (T.I.)]

I get money, I can't help it

You can't stop it, you gotta accept it

You can't knock it, you gotta respect it

This is who I am nigga, I can't help it

I can't help it

(In the ghetto in a drop Rolls Royce)

(They say "keep it one hundred")

(I ain't got no choice)

I can't help it

(Yeah, her all-way big bank)

(I'm so trill and you ain't)

("Cut it down" Bitch, I can't)

I can't help it

(Ay, see how I do it? I'm so hood)

("Cut it off, go Hollywood")

(Bitch I would if I could)

I can't help it

(Ay, the city wouldn't be shit without me)

(Fifteen-million dollar houses)

(Still can't get that trap up out me)

I can't help it