OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

London Jae - Male Groupie Kissed My Hand & Avoiding Young Groupies (247HH Wild Tour Stories)
Watch London Jae - Male Groupie Kissed My Hand & Avoiding Young Groupies (247HH Wild Tour Stories) on YouTube

Featured In

Listen to Us or Else: Letter to the System by T.I.
ALBUMUs or Else: Letter to the SystemT.I.
Listen to Ep. 38 The Pharmacy Playlist featuring T.I.
PLAYLISTEp. 38 The Pharmacy PlaylistThe Pharmacy
Listen to blonded Midterms pt. III featuring T.I.
PLAYLISTblonded Midterms pt. IIIblonded RADIO
Listen to Cruz: The Engineers featuring T.I.
PLAYLISTCruz: The EngineersApple Music Hip-Hop
Listen to Ep. 37 The Pharmacy Playlist featuring T.I.
PLAYLISTEp. 37 The Pharmacy PlaylistThe Pharmacy
Listen to Tommy Brown: The Songwriters featuring T.I.
PLAYLISTTommy Brown: The SongwritersApple Music Pop
Listen to Lil' C: The Producers featuring T.I.
PLAYLISTLil' C: The ProducersApple Music Hip-Hop
Listen to LilC4: The Producers featuring T.I.
PLAYLISTLilC4: The ProducersApple Music Hip-Hop

Top Songs By T.I.

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
T.I.
T.I.
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rodriguez Smith
Rodriguez Smith
Composer
Clifford Harris
Clifford Harris
Composer
Glenda Proby
Glenda Proby
Composer
Shauntrell Pender
Shauntrell Pender
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lil C
Lil C
Producer
Elliot Carter
Elliot Carter
Recording Engineer
Miguel Scott
Miguel Scott
Assistant Recording Engineer
Finis "KY" White
Finis "KY" White
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Know why you broke 'cause you **** is lazy
(Hold up, tell 'em) Don't wanna be a monster
But this what they made me (I am what I am, so?)
Start gettin' this money, they thought I was crazy
(Outta my mind, tell 'em)
I know why you broke 'cause you **** is lazy
(Fuck ****, look)
[Verse 2]
(I ain't got that problem) Glad I ain't got that problem
Damn that's fucked up problem (All about that dollar)
Goin' out 'bout these dollars, hustle up stack these dollars
(Wake up on something) Wakin' up early goin' to go get it
Comin' home, go to sleep with it
(Pray to God to hustle) Pray to God everyday let a young **** go ball
('Cause you **** is lazy)
[Verse 3]
Tell me why every time I see you ****
You be all on Instagram showin' money off
Poppin' bottles in the strip club
Still livin' at your mama house
****, what the fuck you celebratin' for?
You ain't got it what the fuck you on vacation for?
Make it seem like you ain't rushin' tryna take it slow
You 29, ****, what the fuck you waitin' for?
Remain focused on your grind keep it on your mind
Universe can't deny you when you bonafide
Hey why you **** takin' pictures in your lean whip?
I just 'quired me some land, it's a gold mine
Ain't no more waitin' on **** to put you on better
Get your hustle on, get it goin' on your own, boy
And don't nobody give a damn about your homeboy
Ain't no excuses for a broke ****, no more
[Verse 4]
Know why you broke 'cause you **** is lazy
(Hold up, tell 'em) Don't wanna be a monster
But this what they made me (I am what I am, so?)
Start gettin' this money, they thought I was crazy
(Outta my mind, tell 'em)
I know why you broke 'cause you **** is lazy
(Fuck ****, look)
[Verse 5]
(I ain't got that problem) Glad I ain't got that problem
Damn that's fucked up problem (All about that dollar)
Goin' out 'bout these dollars, hustle up stack these dollars
(Wake up on something) Wakin' up early goin' to go get it
Comin' home, go to sleep with it
(Pray to God to hustle) Pray to God everyday let a young **** go ball
('Cause you **** is lazy)
[Verse 6]
Show me another bitch you know that grind like me on some new-new
And old shit don't excite me
Don't wanna hear about no dreams, you flip birds
'Cause **** go get around a bitch and try to flip words
Give a fuck 'bout your shoulda, coulda, woulda did
In the lead, ain't no type of towel, would you trip again?
Catchin' plays, servin' jays, just to go by Michael Js
Michael played you ain't gotta ride where Michael play
Fucked up **** loved to flex for the gram
Ain't got shit for a bitch and no I wouldn't give a damn
You a butler at the trap, you's a doughman
Type to flex with another **** doughman
Bad like a bitch tell a **** no man
And take your ass back to the 5th floor, man
Fuck what you had at the moment, you a broke man
And that ain't shit, you shouldn't have to tell a **** go, man
[Verse 7]
Know why you broke 'cause you **** is lazy
(Hold up, tell 'em) Don't wanna be a monster
But this what they made me (I am what I am, so?)
Start gettin' this money, they thought I was crazy
(Outta my mind, tell 'em)
I know why you broke 'cause you **** is lazy
(Fuck ****, look)
[Verse 8]
(I ain't got that problem) Glad I ain't got that problem
Damn that's fucked up problem (All about that dollar)
Goin' out 'bout these dollars, hustle up stack these dollars
(Wake up on something) Wakin' up early goin' to go get it
Comin' home, go to sleep with it
(Pray to God to hustle) Pray to God everyday let a young **** go ball
('Cause you **** is lazy)
[Verse 9]
Motherfuck the world and everything in it
Handle my business, my business from start till I finish
Even when I die, speak fire till I'm all tired
Suit and tie fit, four and the shit for
Freed for it goin' over board, catch a charge if it's necessary
Hard on the legendary, that's why you can't see me on TV
Hustle in 3D, bitch, I'm on point with it
[Verse 10]
Pull up like the point with it
One shot from the cannon, leave these pussy ****
Dead smokin' like a been had what it take to be
Mama told me keep my grass cut 'cause you know these **** shady
Go and get 'em, baby
Stayin' your latest and stay in your lane
Stay on the top, stay out the business and roll
**** and I know the thing
Keep these **** out your business they like hoes and shit
He got it first, keep it pushin', keep on rollin' away
[Verse 11]
Know why you broke 'cause you **** is lazy
(Hold up, tell 'em) Don't wanna be a monster
But this what they made me (I am what I am, so?)
Start gettin' this money, they thought I was crazy
(Outta my mind, tell 'em)
I know why you broke 'cause you **** is lazy
(Fuck ****, look)
[Verse 12]
(And I ain't got that problem) Glad I ain't got that problem
Damn that's fucked up problem (All about that dollar)
Goin' out 'bout these dollars, hustle up stack these dollars
(Wake up on something) Wakin' up early goin' to go get it
Comin' home, go to sleep with it
(Pray to God to hustle) Pray to God everyday let a young **** go ball
('Cause you **** is lazy)
Written by: Clifford Harris, Glenda Proby, Rodriguez Smith, Shauntrell Pender

Shazam Footer

Select language:

Company

Legal

Google Play Store
Apple App Store
Chrome Web Store
Galaxy Store

Follow Us

© Copyright 2025 Apple Inc. and its affiliates | Supplier Responsibility
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out