T.I. - BET Cypher 2012: Grand Hustle Cypher lyrics

rate me

To get a win and go dancing is a sin

Flow on the next level, lifestyle Rolex bezel and

The accent just sound like racks spent

I'm that sick, Rosé and Saks 5th

I-A, ie. I'm that bitch

Tip heard it one time and said "that's that shit"

[Verse 4: B.o.B]

Oh, ahead of my time?

I'm a step ahead of myself

My crypt say ''Dig a hole and bury yourself''

Mike Tyson Louis, I got various belts

She say she wanna fuck my swag and marry my wealth

You see, my crew worth half your life, watch worth half a mil

That's why you niggas getting run through like a Madden drill

Ya'll ain't on my level, no, ya'll ain't even half as ill

I kill you little (?) like the fucking morning-after pill

Don't try my squad, we'll expose your identity

We all know you softer than a bowl of after-dinner mints

Coat from Tokyo, my jacket is an immigrant

That's who your girl thirstier than third-world villages

Mentally, I am absurd, I understand, my life is a blur

You might be concerned I'm as high as a bird remembering things that didn't occur

Don't make no sense to flex like this

They call me master cuz' they scared when I pull out my whip

[Verse 5: T.I.]

Make them acknowledge I'm the hottest at making hip being modest

Demolish hater's egos by being honest, you garbage

Bugatis and Ferraris, throw Moseratis to strippers

Maybachs in my garages and Rovers I'm so official

I guess I'll put an end to the rumors and speculation

Ay, Tip ain't nothing to play with, king, no conversation

Whoever drop a song and get poppin', congratulations

But I'm livin' what I'm sayin', stay in heavy demand

A one-man wrecking crew, one-man-band

Fully automatic Mac, let 'em have it, one hand

One stack of hundreds, fifty rack, one rubber band

Hundred million dollar check, on the jet parlayin'

On the way to Tahiti cuz' my girl wanna tan

Yeen' gotta rock wit' it but your girl understand

Trouble man, everywhere I land, hustle game homeboy

Our whole team hustle grand