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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
T.I.
T.I.
Vocals
Jeezy
Jeezy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Clifford Harris
Clifford Harris
Songwriter
Jay Jenkins
Jay Jenkins
Songwriter
Jaswinder Singh
Jaswinder Singh
Songwriter
Christopher Meesen
Christopher Meesen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jazzfeezy
Jazzfeezy
Producer
CxMEESEN
CxMEESEN
Producer
Elliot Carter
Elliot Carter
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Some shit never change, ****
[Verse 2]
Frank Muller, put one, two to your medulla
Habla, gun dada, there is none hotter
I'm so in love with your girl, it's just somethin' 'bout her
I'm havin' fun with her, you better come get her
I fuck her face, bust one on her concealer
And make another girl lick it off, I'm a dumb ****
Since a young ****, I've been a made man
My bitches come with fat ass and a spray tan
Spend a bag then run up more
I won a hunnid K shootin' dice, ten to four
Playin' poker, put the sack up, go all in
Lose, double down, win, go to Dubai
If you wanna win big, the risk gotta be high
Want them bad bitches all on your dick, you gotta be fly
Yeah, he cool but he not a T.I., I'll be damned
Watch him do designer drugs by the gram, get what they asked for
Life be action packed but don't nothin' distract from the cash flow
Dope boy fashion, avoid fuck boys, hate 'em with a passion
I'm sucka duckin', gettin' money, a hard dick all a bitch got comin', yeah
[Verse 3]
All I know is more & more
Goin' to the grave 'fore I'm goin' broke
Do it all against the odds, baby, Lord knows
Puttin' on, homie, that's what I was born for
Hunnid bands
[Verse 4]
All I know is more & more
Goin' to the grave 'fore I'm goin' broke
Do it all against the odds, baby, Lord knows
Puttin' on, homie, that's what I was born for
Hunnid bands
[Verse 5]
Dope boy, bitch, ain't got to say it again
It's the king and the don, you gotta play it again
Drop the top, lace your boots up, grab your scale
All you see are triple E's like you're weighin' a whale
See, I'm straight up out the gutter, ain't hard to tell
Flex, made that yellow butter, ain't hard to sell
Thirty rounds up on my hip make it hard to walk
Caller from a private number make it hard to stalk
Drop the top on a 'Rari, ****, I'm so made
Let the dawn in the bend aid, I'm so paid
And she came to the mansion, yeah, the bitch got slayed
Skinny dippin' in the pool, yeah, your bitch got saved
[Verse 6]
All I know is more & more
Goin' to the grave 'fore I'm goin' broke
Do it all against the odds, baby, Lord knows
Puttin' on, homie, that's what I was born for
Hunnid bands
[Verse 7]
All I know is more & more
Goin' to the grave 'fore I'm goin' broke
Do it all against the odds, baby, Lord knows
Puttin' on, homie, that's what I was born for
Hunnid bands
[Verse 8]
All I know is get this check and the respect
Fly the family from Atlanta to Hawaii and back
Why would you act slow? No, I'm not an asshole
Get your ass blown smooth off for doin' too much
Had it with the other **** that was tryin' to move up
It is what it is, ain't no way to make a do-up
Better know that we was sellin' crack until we blew up
Was trappin', everybody knew us
And then the mill' came
I been through so much shit that I'm numb to it, don't feel pain
Just hear Urban Legend the other day and it still bang
Get a hustle
Make it double, want some weight? You need some bigger muscles
Finesse the plan, then work your way throughout the filibuster
Tryin' not to kill a sucka, that's a hard job
But I'ma still try my hand with a card shark
Boy, I been gettin' it out the mud since 14
Makin' it do what it does
True trap ****
[Verse 9]
All I know is more & more
Goin' to the grave 'fore I'm goin' broke
Do it all against the odds, baby, Lord knows
Puttin' on, homie, that's what I was born for
Hunnid bands
[Verse 10]
All I know is more & more
Goin' to the grave 'fore I'm goin' broke
Do it all against the odds, baby, Lord knows
Puttin' on, homie, that's what I was born for
Hunnid bands
[Verse 11]
Some more and some more is all I know, man
You know what I mean?
Big-big shit poppin' for a long time, you understand that?
Hey, we do this shit for bread and meat
We don't win then we don't eat, you understand?
Yeah, talk while we spit is what we do all day, man
Huh, I mean, try to be as humble as I can be but truth be told
None of you **** can't fuck with me
You understand that?
It's the motherfuckin' king, ****
Come Hell or high water, accept no substitution
Stay solid all the way through it
Fuck what a hater got to say
What I did can't nobody undo
Build this shit with my bare hands, man
Bare witness to the greatness
It's upon you, this is the Dime Trap
Written by: Christopher Meesen, Clifford Harris, Jaswinder Singh, Jay Jenkins
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