T-Pain - Disa My Ting lyrics

(Get down on the ground) Yea (Get down on the ground) Word (Get down on the ground) Pizzle (Get down on the ground) Nappy boy (Get down on the ground) Ah (Get down on the ground) Uh (Get down on the ground) Let's do it [T-Pain:] Ay...welcome to epic-ness, I'm so dope and it's effortless Yeah I'm tryna brag and boast If you looking for the sh**, n***a step in this Disa my ting, hoes in the back room kissing my ring Ready for the day, hit me with the visine Getting to the money, counting up the ice cream Me a balla boy, she with me, you better not call her boy I'ma pa** her ‘round to all my boys And she want the nuts like Almond Joy Yeah, price tag don't matter If it ain't about money then it's just chit chatter Bank account, steady climbing up the ladder You can literally see all of my pockets gettin' fatter But I'm over your head Southern folk call it gettin' swole in the head But your girlfriend call it, wait Something just broke in the bed Nappy boy, win squad, n***a, that's my team Ballin', stuntin', drinkin', smokin' n***a, disa my ting [Hook – KK Holiday:] This is my song and me have the crown cuz disa my ting And I restart the style and a me drive the [?] car, disa my ting If you wan make a money, then they ask you work for me, cuz disa my ting And might wan stop me, but dem other girls copy, cuz disa my ting Here we go, (here we go) [x3] f** n***a, disa my ting b**h n***a, disa my ting p**y who*e, disa my ting Disa my ting, disa my ting [T-Pain:] Pimpin' since been pimp a** n***a Whippin' expensive whips a** n***a They be tryna hold me but they know I got a roley That will make ya f**in wrist go limp, my n***a You a simp, my n***a I bet your pocket full of lint, my n***a Everybody knows that I put it on these hoes Got her sounding like a motherf**ing chimp, my n***a Welcome to the jungle, dog Balenciaga by the bundles, dog My b**h gotta put a helmet on My wide receiver don't fumble balls I'm rich as f** and y'all like that sh** Smoke good n***a like that spliff Throwin' money in the club, make it right back b**h And I'm drinkin' like I don't know what a night cap is Cuz I ball too much, money too heavy, in the mall with a crutch Get a quarter pound of that cush f** around later on, put it all in the dutch Nappy boy, win squad, n***a, that's my team Ballin', stuntin', drinkin', smokin' n***a, disa my ting [Hook] [Kardinal Offishall:] Yeah f**boy, disa my ting When a girl dem see me, dem say disa my king Ay boy I mean ya really cute and I like him [?] I'm a dog, big up the Vikings Psychics couldn't see me when I'm on a mission, no sidekick Just a n***a with a trigger and a cool head Pause for the cause, I'ma boss for the boss I'm an OG with a G tucked in my drawers Ahead of my time with an animal rhyme (growl) Like [?] when it's Busta Rhymes (eeen) Gotta finesse all my lines (eeen) Gotta impress all the dimes So when they see me, right away they know disa my ting I don't play no games, yo this my ring Champion ting, autograph the jersey Melt them bars like hershey Lord have mercy, curse me, just don't push me Don't make me lift up ya skirt, expose ya nature I don't rate ya, to me you're garbage Couple bodyguards don't make you the hardest artist No sir, just a punk in a fur I'ma hunk and I don't smoke skunk Just murder the beats been in ya trunk, Clip ya wing If a p**y wanna test [?], disa my ting Do it [Hook]