G' Shit Lyrics - Paperwork - T.i.

I'm a rich nigga 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 

Suckers prayin' I'm a chill, but I'm too cold 

Long as I'm around, fuck they need you for? 

Ridin' in the Chevy totin' three bricks 

Since nobody wanna make G shit 

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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 shit) 

They want G shit, give it to 'em 

They want G shit, 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 ass 

Keep it G at all costs, what you call that? 

Crack rock, hip hop, I done all that 

Certified trap nigga, sucker, fall back 

A broke nigga he may entertain all that 

All left field, keep it true, nigga 

Save the flash in the dance for a new nigga 

Keep speakin' for the ones who ain't got a voice 

Kill '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 fuck we talking about it? 

Still ridin' in the Chevy totin' three bricks 

Since nobody wanna make G shit 

Now what the fuck 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 shit to trial, they got nothin' on me 

They be on the Champagne, bitch, I'm 'bout to OD 

Got a bag full of birds and motherfuckers gettin' robbed 

Bars on the trap doors got it looking like a vault 

Used to hit the highway over twenty of them things 

Young nigga hit the club with the twenty unchanged 

When Jay was beefin' with Nas I was sellin' cocaine 

When Game was beefin' with 50 I was doin' the same thing 

I was at the hospital, nigga, Meechy got shot 

Fuck you niggas talking 'bout? I love that nigga like Pac