T.I. - G' sh** lyrics

I'm a rich n***a like I don't know I can change if I wanna, but I won't though Steer right even when I'm on the wrong road Real talk from the heart what I'm known for Skinny jeans, I don't do those I'm the starter sub-par oughta shoot for Fully automatic chopper, you could shoot though Now I'm movin' five mil' when I shoot dough Audemar, Hublot One point five on the two-do' Old hustle, new flow Old money, new ho s**ers prayin' I'm a chill, but I'm too cold Long as I'm around, f** they need you for? Ridin' in the Chevy totin' three bricks Since nobody wanna make G sh** Watch The Duck: This is for the gangsters, for the pimps and hoes This is for the dopeboy trappers sellin' halves and hoes (Since nobody wanna make G sh**) They want G sh**, give it to 'em They want G sh**, give it to 'em I'm the one to give it to 'em If you don't know me let me tell you somethin', shawty Still got them choppers, make you run from it Camouflage, dog tag Got 'em followin', when you see me better haul a** Keep it G at all costs, what you call that? Crack rock, hip hop, I done all that Certified trap n***a, s**er, fall back A broke n***a he may entertain all that All left field, keep it true, n***a Save the flash in the dance for a new n***a Keep speakin' for the ones who ain't got a voice k** 'em dead only when they leave no other choice How I see it, if you ain't down to die 'bout it Don't write my time, slime, why the f** we talking about it? Still ridin' in the Chevy totin' three bricks Since nobody wanna make G sh** Watch The Duck: This is for the gangsters, for the pimps and hoes This is for the dopeboy trappers sellin' halves and hoes (Since nobody wanna make G sh**) They want G sh**, give it to 'em They want G sh**, give it to 'em I'm the one to give it to 'em Jeezy: Now what the f** is an ounce? We smokin' bout an LB We don't even do the nine, sell it by the whole ki And I'm a take this sh** to trial, they got nothin' on me They be on the Champagne, b**h, I'm 'bout to OD Got a bag full of birds and motherf**ers gettin' robbed Bars on the trap doors got it looking like a vault Used to hit the highway over twenty of them things Young n***a hit the club with the twenty unchanged When Jay was beefin' with Nas I was sellin' c**aine When Game was beefin' with 50 I was doin' the same thing I was at the hospital, n***a, Meechy got shot f** you n***as talking 'bout? I love that n***a like Pac Watch The Duck: This is for the gangsters, for the pimps and hoes This is for the dopeboy trappers sellin' halves and hoes (Since nobody wanna make G sh**) They want G sh**, give it to 'em They want G sh**, give it to 'em I'm the one to give it to 'em