Call Me T.I.

Rubber band man, *****

I got stash

Cause I’m a dough boy, what you know about that?

You can call me

T.I., handling my bi… like the gia, … cause

I’m a T.I.

I bring them out, cause my bread is low

And this big things popping till

I’m dead and gone

You can call me

T.I., handling my bi… like the gia, … cause

I’m a T.I.… my nigger … ask …about me, nigger that’s …

I could get a hundred years for having this …

Lay a hundred down, on one trip

Next year’s model, how a nigger …

Next top model, on a nigger ****

Word from pictures …

What you staring at, take a picture …

Now you heard me *****, go call your men’s up

My hustle grand, they got my grands up

We blowing money fast nigger air one

If you do it like g my nigger stand up

And put your hands up, like the law here

*****t but **** the law, you trying to … here

The top shelf … bring them all here…we do this all yeah

Rubber band man, *****

I got stash

Cause I’m a dough boy, what you know about that?

You can call me

T.I., handling my bi… like the gia, … cause

I’m a T.I.

I bring them out, cause my bread is low

And this big things popping till

I’m dead and gone

You can call me

T.I., handling my bi… like the gia, … cause

I’m a T.I.

The top bag, it’s on 24, run upon this ***** and watch the semi blow

Laid too many down on too many flow

I left them pale, talking

Demi Moore

This bread got me eating like it’s deneros

Now I’m snatching plates, where your dinner go

Ain’t too many real gangsters left in it, bro, nah

*****t I’m like

Cortez, these niggers can’t …

Jack the swag, shout out to rose

Now I’m a rock star, shout out to

ColdplayColdest cube, shout out to …

Just legendary, like the

OGCatch me hitting corners in the clean …

Vanilla paint seats, icecream cones

Till the kings home,

I’m in the king’s throne

Beating on my chest like

I’m king Kong

Rubber band man, *****

I got stash

Cause I’m a dough boy, what you know about that?

You can call me

T.I., handling my bi… like the gia, … cause

I’m a T.I.

I bring them out, cause my bread is low

And this big things popping till

I’m dead and gone

You can call me

T.I., handling my bi… like the gia, … cause

I’m a T.I.