Dj Khaled - I'm Still lyrics

(feat. Chris Brown, Ace Hood, Wiz Khalifa & Wale) [Intro: DJ Khaled] Money long, the night is young (another one) The world is ours - DJ Khaled [Hook: Chris Brown] I know a lot of n***as in here prolly hate me right now But I'll drink to that, I'll drink to that That ain't gon' change a thing (nooo) Still gon' do my thing I'm still yeah yeah Still gon' go and get mine Still gon' keep on winnin Still gon' keep it one hunnid every time (I'm still) I'm still eating when them n***as throw shots (I'm still) I'm still still gon' end up on top I'm still (p**y a** n***as stop hating) [Verse 1: Wale] Ralph, Uh n***as be women like hoes be women Look at me close, there is no sympathy Those with envy be throwing subliminal quotes I'd rather them warring with me If only I hate them (word), like Tony Montana, except, no Manolo She love me for another cuelo (word) These dudes is snakes these women is vultures Who am I to trust, who gon' ride for me Who gon' light somebody's body up when I be like "Yup", they squeeze Comfortably (ohh), and that new custom piece My Tisci t-shirt a couple of G's I talked to a bunch of G's just like a frozen tundra speech And the Lambo feel what a real n***a doin 110 skrr in it, yeah And the world so ill when the boy get funny over money or a girl on ya, uh Let it marinate, uh, what, let me correlate, uh, let them n***as hate But never ever let a women tell a n***a "Wait"' uh, swag [Hook] [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] Most of these n***as ain't raw most of these ain't poppin' (ain't poppin') Most of these n***as ain't balling most of these n***as they starving Talking cars and, what the f** They don't even got em So high don't see no problems b**h I'm on them trees like Tarzan Aw man (aw man), I want all my cheese like Robin Shrimp or calamari I'm a young n***a with options Mm, and you close but you ain't close enough In the VIP call me the poster child from posting up Top floor suite we going up; D.A.F. I'm dope as f** Woo, hundred bottles comin' that mean a hundred bottles gettin' opened up Rolex face all frozen expect ya'll to hate you ain't supposed to love it She backing up, like a Tonka truck [echoes] [Hook] [Verse 3: DJ Khaled] f** boy, I kept it real, came up Wake up, feeling blessed, pockets full, no stress At the shop, we the best Cutting checks, eating good Loving life, projects all night (I'm still) I'm still gon' shine bright in that limelight [Verse 4: Ace Hood] Ok now it's no more Mr. nice guy If you n***as couldn't see me in the day time Girl you got a better chance getting a day job Your career wouldn't blow away the napalm (boom) Silly motherf**a, who knows how to win the game on the buzzer I'm the type to make a whole lot of money Buy a whole new crib cus I'm bored as a mother And it's still f** hater Still gon' ball like Kobe from the Lakers Still we the best, and it's still hood nation And I'm still gonna smoke even if I'm on papers [Hook]