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Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
T.I.
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Clifford Harris
Songwriter
Kevin "Khao" Cates
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Elliot Carter
Recording Engineer
Kevin "Khao" Cates
Producer
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Hey, I know you done kicked it with a lot of **** before
But you ain't never kicked it with a **** like me
Hey hey
[Verse 2]
I see you baby, throw your hands up high
If you wanna come and kick it with a stand up guy
Because the rocks go glisten and the drops on 20's
Bend it over, let it drop if you wanna go with me
I say, all my sexy ladies throw your hands up high
If you wanna come and kick it with a stand up guy
Because it don't get better, **** don't get cheddar
Like that fella in the yellow, purple label in his sweater
[Verse 3]
The stones keep glowing on my wrist like, whoa
And she can't stop looking, I know your bitch like those
And she chose, ain't no question if that bitch might blow
Just get her to the crib and get her whole back, so
I'ma blow my dro, I'ma pop my pill
Ask anybody wanna take a shot, I will
Might see me in a different color drop, hot wheel
With the top down low and the glock concealed
I got, who's a-racing up the block, one mil
If the police try to chase me, you know they a done deal
I got skills, anybody wanna come test
Bet we'll send this .45, be up in your chest
A lot of ladies wanna kick it with a ****, so fresh
He could spend a 100K, any day, no stress
The watches is insane, the chain is grotesque
Stay single if you wanna, like he ain't no cash
[Verse 4]
I see you baby, throw your hands up high
If you wanna come and kick it with a stand up guy
Because the rocks go glisten and the drops on 20's
Bend it over, let it drop if you wanna go with me
I say, all my sexy ladies throw your hands up high
If you wanna come and kick it with a stand up guy
Because it don't get better, **** don't get cheddar
Like that fella in the yellow, purple label in his sweater
[Verse 5]
If you got a man and you're tired of being there
And gave him too many chances, you're tired of being fair
Offer you the opportunity to ride with a player
You, me and a couple of freaks in the ride with a player
Nevermind those outside when they stare
'Cause the chrome 24's on the ride give a glare
And because there's one guy, you decided to share
As long as you having the time of your life, who cares?
Man, we all sinners, what matters is in the center
I know God sees my heart and I'm a stand up ****
You can't beat me 'cause you ain't man enough, ****
I look him in the eye and tell him, man up, ****
You really getting money? Throw a grand up, ****
Wanna fight? You should've hit me when you ran up, ****
Got a Smith and Wesson hammer, body slam, fuck ****
Go and kick it with the hoes, throw your hands up with 'em
[Verse 6]
I see you baby, throw your hands up high
If you wanna come and kick it with a stand up guy
Because the rocks go glisten and the drops on 20's
Bend it over, let it drop if you wanna go with me
I say, all my sexy ladies throw your hands up high
If you wanna come and kick it with a stand up guy
Because it don't get better, **** don't get cheddar
Like that fella in the yellow, purple label in his sweater
[Verse 7]
Them sort of **** hating on me 'cause I live so special
Try to stay low key but it's still so special
Flat screens in the floor, quarter mil in the dresser
Jewelry box glowing like a long lost treasure
I'm chilling with Vanessa, met a girl named Heather
Told her, hi, how you doing? Buy a drink? My pleasure
Told her if she got a homegirl go tell her
That I got a hard rug, I can go forever
If Vanessa wanna touch it, just let her
If she laughed out loud, shocked that we just met her
Bought the dro, get low and its only one fifth
Four pills left, do you wanna come with?
[Verse 8]
I see you baby, throw your hands up high
If you wanna come and kick it with a stand up guy
Because the rocks go glisten and the drops on 20's
Bend it over, let it drop if you wanna go with me
I say, all my sexy ladies throw your hands up high
If you wanna come and kick it with a stand up guy
Because it don't get better, **** don't get cheddar
Like that fella in the yellow, purple label in his sweater
Written by: C. Harris, K. Cates