T.I.

T.I. - 24's lyrics

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money, hoes, cars and clothes, thats how all my niggas 

                      know



                      blowin dro, 24, thats how all my niggas roll



                      money, hoes, cars and clothes, thats how all my niggas know



                      blowin dro, 24, thats how all my niggas roll

                    [T.I.]



                      in a drop top chevy with the roof wide open



                      my partners looking at me to see if my eyes open



                      cause I've been drank, and I've been smoke



                      flying down 285 but I'm focused



                      its a four fifty four, where it says I raise comotion



                      white leather seats, as fresh as air forces



                      doing bout a hundred but the track still bumping



                      number 8 on nwa straight out of compton



                      pull up at your apartment sitting on 24s



                      and the dope boys, saying the kids running in



                      the clicks start dealing and the broads start choosing



                      and the cars been parked but the rims keep moving



                      sign pictures by the hundred, to the youngins in the hood



                      cause I ain't hollywood, I come from the hood



                      I'm use to it, if your rear view shaking and your seats 

                      vibrating



                      24 inch jays got the chevrolet shaking

                    [Chorus]



                      money, hoes, cars and clothes, thats how all my niggas know



                      blowin dro, 24s, thats how all my niggas roll



                      money, hoes, cars and clothes, thats how all my niggas know



                      blowin dro, 24, thats how all my niggas roll

                    [T.I.]



                      I'll make a mill and I'm satisfied, I'll get the rest



                      at the age of seventeen, entertaing the rides, I want the 

                      best



                      I refuse to get a 9 to 5, I'm a flip my keys



                      been paying my dues since 89, trying to get my cheese



                      diamonds gleam when I'm on the scene, they know its me



                      aint no dream or no fantasy its T I P



                      brought busting, like a baby do a blanket



                      5 karats on my motherfucking pinkie, half of hennessy and 

                      belevedere



                      what we dranking, pimps send for broads



                      what the hell you niggas thinkin, yall niggas spend a weekend 

                      in the



                      islands in the fall, 24 inch rim shining when I'm riding 

                      cause I'm ballin



                      I'm calling out shots like a pool shark



                      my tools spark, when I fool yall, yall fools hard in the 

                      wrong place



                      and the wrong time, I got a strong mind



                      to grab my dro nine, and shoot at your ass for a longtime



                      but I'm a get that ass, all dog, fuck around with the click



                      get shot like a dick with a stick, cause yall lost



                      cause I'm a ball at all costs, spit game at a dame, look 

                      around at



                      this thang til she falls off

                    [Chorus]



                      money, hoes, cars and clothes, thats how all my niggas know



                      blowin dro, 24, thats how all my niggas roll



                      money, hoes, cars and clothes, thats how all my niggas know



                      blowin dro, 24, thats how all my niggas roll

                    [T.I.]



                      I'm not boucing little shorty, I'm relaxing right now



                      I probably still be trappin if I wasnt rapping right now



                      bragging about pistols at the house, guess whos strapped 

                      right now



                      keep a talking I'm a lay you on your back right now



                      wanta act right now, get smacked right now, I'm a bankhead 

                      motherfucka



                      I dont know to backdown, clown down talking



                      to your friends, talking about what you making



                      I'm 21 in 10 deep, that shit to me ain't nothing , getting 

                      played by



                      the niggas getting head, for the change, my lead wanta spray



                      and your dead with decay, they ain't ready for the raid



                      pay heavy for the yay, tell my class to kiss my ass, I make 

                      a 11 everyday

                    (54th Platoon sample)



                      money, rolls, cars and clothes, thats how all my niggas 

                      know



                      blowin dro, 24, thats how all my niggas roll



                      money, rolls, cars and clothes, thats how all my niggas 

                      know



                      blowin dro, 24, thats how all my niggas roll

                    (fades)

 
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