Jazz feezy - You Can Tell How I Walk lyrics

[Hook. T.I.] (x2) You can tell how I walk, I'm a boss (I'm a boss) You can tell how I speak, I'm a king (I'm a king) You can tell how I walk, you can tell how I walk You can tell how I speak, I'm a king [Verse 1: T.I.] When I'm walkin' up, I'm bossin' up And not even on purpose bruh You talk too much, you soft as f** Your type I've seen it all too much You don't want no boss, uh, and we knew it And life for you or we make you cough it up, and keep going I welcome you to danger zone Now you continue on at your own risk And I ain't with the scary sh** cause when it's on, it's on And I ain't gonna be backing down for sh** I'm ridin' chrome, going home with Hawaiian chick I ran a major operation, you sh** minor a bit I walk like this designer cool cat around this b**h And when I speak to you, King sh** is all you get, n***a [Hook] (x2) [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Who f**in' with fat boy, I traffic my body weight So much cake in the club damn near caught me a fair case My old school is running Gatorade in my Chevy My money is safe, I'm runnin' last [?] We barricaded in front, the waterfalls in the back Enough crack for a month, you smell it all in my raps n***as wanna be famous, I want the luxury tax Not one of my checks look like my company facts I'm pumpin' my gas comin' down Cleveland Ave How much a n***a worth? Ho don't even ask Ten mill with Diddy, I'm getting money with Tip When you see me in the city then it's money we get [Hook] (x2) [Verse 3: T.I.] He in more sh**, sure get the call he know He go too far, twenty west he better holla at them A n***a catch [?], Hustle Gang at ho Say Trae The Truth gon' cut the fool, give 'em fifty to go You the [?], we don't mention it though Told you before who about that action but you weren't listening though I'm in the BM got you [?] She f**ed 3 ho bust in her throat then she one homie proposed We in the Lambo raising the dough Acting like an Atlanta n***a never made it before We actin like we never made it before In case I ain't say it before , 2014 Till I got a .40 Cal and 2000 in my jeans, n***a [Hook] (x2)