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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
T.I.
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Clifford Harris
Songwriter
Lukasz Gottwald
Songwriter
Marshall Mathers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dr. Luke
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Now I don't really care what you call me
Just as long as you don't call me broke
I think they know as soon as they saw me
Good night, it's over with, that's all she wrote
Streets like old Chicago
Ain't nothing new, I seen it all before
But still I ball like no tomorrow
Good night, it's over with, that's all she wrote
All she wrote, all she wrote
I said it's over with that's all she wrote
All she wrote, all she wrote
Yeah, good night, it's over with, that's all she wrote
[Verse 2]
It's stupid how I go on knowin'
Everybody knowin' that I'm sewin' up the game
Destroyin' like they hate me fore it
Eventually see they can't beat then in with me they jawin'
Others sworn under oath or vanished left completely scorned
Ya tell lies, get caught, **** kick rocks
Ya never did blend in with the big shots
On the fast track, ain't no need for no pit stop
I just laugh at it **** wishin' they were this hot
Guess they mad at me, huh? Really pissed off
Better that than pissed on, I'm jetsons, you the Flintstones
Catch me in the endzone, high-steppin', prime time
Thought you could **** depend on
Ain't no blockin' my shine
Like my new Air Easys you can see me in the night time
I get rich off livin' like mic check, mic check, recitin' rhymes
So call me what you want, want to hate? Have a nice time
While I get stupid paper, hey, my dough ain't in its right mind
[Verse 3]
Now I don't really care what you call me
Just as long as you don't call me broke
I think they know as soon as they saw me
Good night, it's over with, that's all she wrote
Streets like old Chicago
Ain't nothing new, I seen it all before
But still I ball like no tomorrow
Good night, it's over with, that's all she wrote
[Verse 4]
You're starin' straight into a barrel of hate
Terrible fate, not even the slim chance to make a narrow escape
Cupid shot his arrow and missed, wait, Sarah you're late
Your trian left mascara and egg smear on your face
Night's over, goodbye I thought that I told ya
That spilled **** ain't nothin' to cry over
Never shoulda came within' range of my Rover
Shoulda known I was trouble soon as I rolled up
Any chick who's dumb enough, that there I pawn fold-up
She still come back to the crib, must want me to mess with her mind
Hold up, she mistook me for some high-roller
When I wont' buy a soda 'less it's rockin' Rye Cola
(Faygo's cheaper) Buy you a bag of Fritos?
I wanna let you eat the **** chip on my shoulder
If you was bleach and I was hair, I wouldn't dye for ya
Tryna pull five bucks from me is like tryna pull five molars
You get yo' eyes swelled up I'm straight grizzly
So why would I buy a **** teddy bear **** you're already bipolar
[Verse 5]
Now I don't really care what you call me
You can even call me cold
Those **** knew as soon as they saw me
It's never me they'll get the privileged to know
I roll like a desperado
Now I never know where I'm gonna go
Still I ball like there's no tomorrow
Until it's over and that's all she wrote
[Verse 6]
The credit roll, the curtain close, the movie over with (I see it)
But don't get mad at me, go blame the chick who wrote the ****
Yeah, life is short ****, but she know I'm rich (I'm rich)
Then why she give me what I want and I just throw it ****
Here I go again, I kick it **** pourin' in
Peso, Euro, Yen, ah ha, I'm paid, never gonna be broke again
See me posted in anything wearin' any chain
Never gonna see me tokin' anything, all you gon' see is bang
[Verse 7]
This song is where I kick it, hate you never get to visit
Yeah, I'm on another level but you **** can get it
It's so over before you finish, sorry bro, that's where we end it
Wont' give you the satisfaction of me giving you the business
[Verse 8]
Yeah I guess life is at **** fingertips
At least one thing say to ****
Shirt off my back? I wouldn't give you the dirt off my handkerchief
I'm these **** a dose of your medicine
Let 'em get a good taste of it
I'm sure you got that relationship with them all by now
But in case you didn't
I'm stickin' so phat, get a sticky note to your forehead and staple it
Life is too short and I got no time to sit around just wastin' it
So I paste this **** a little quicker that clock I'm racin' it double-time
But I'll still spit triple to your mind insults in a tenth of the time
That it may take you pricks to catch on
Why you strong arm like Stretch Armstrong?
Man I still say K-Mart's like there's an apostrophe
Yes on the door
And they say McDonald's isn't a restaurant, well I guess I'm wrong
But if you're gonna tell me that A&W ain't the spot for the best hot dogs
You can get the eff on, dog
[Verse 9]
And on my throne I remain all alone in my lane
I'm as strong as they came
They were gone before they came
No, I don't want to hang, I slapped five with them rap guys
They just wanna sabatoge my hustle, shawty, that's why
[Verse 10]
Now I don't really care what you call me
You can even call me cold
I bet they knew as soon as they saw me
Good night, it's over with, that's all she wrote
I roll like a desperado
Now I never know where I'm gonna go
But still I ball like no tomorrow
Good night, it's over with, that's all she wrote
All she wrote, all she wrote
I said it's over with that's all she wrote
All she wrote, all she wrote
Good night, it's over with, that's all she wrote
Written by: Clifford Harris, Marshall Mathers, Lukasz Gottwald