[Verse 1: T.I.]
Hey you know me b**h n***a I'm all of that
Hit your broad with b**h then call her back
Relax lil' cat let the big dog attack
Thought it was over for me hommie did you fall for that?
U-turn big arrest no cardiac
Get your hand out of my pocket
What with all of that?
Tell the sheriff he can get these f**ing charges back
A little money still gotta thank God for that
Regardless, big bank can't fold it up
Ain't another n***a flowing who a colder bruh
Quarter-mil for the show really though what's up?
Louis duffel-bag say "load it up"
Get into the hotel better know what's up
With them n***as out there get the hold it off
We never had a problem getting hoes to f**
s** dick, lick, spit til the show is up
I let this nut get all over her
Another thick b**h kissing all over her
Bust the p**y wide open can't close it up
Make it bounce that sh**
When you found that b**h
She was laid on the ground
Patted down, six chicks
For the drab bag of money
Trying to count that sh**
Never would you find me around that b**h
If she got them lips wrapped around that dick
All the n***as wanna make love f** that
I Bing, Bang, pound, beat down that clit
Sick with it, like E-40 and them
This K-i-n-g aka, Big Bank, aka Shawty the Pimp
Ay, aka Shawty the Pimp
Big Bank, aka Shaw the Pimp
[Hook: Rocko (T.I.)]
I get money, I can't help it
You can't stop it, you gotta accept it
You can't knock it, you gotta respect it
This is who I am n***a, I can't help it
I can't help it
(In the ghetto in a drop Rolls Royce)
(They say "keep it one hundred")
(I ain't got no choice)
I can't help it
(Yeah, her all-way big tank)
(I'm so trill and you ain't)
("Cut it down" b**h I can't)
I can't help it
(Ay, see how I do it? I'm so hood)
("Cut it off, go Hollywood")
(b**h I would if I could)
I can't help it
(Ay, the city wouldn't be sh** without me)
(Fifteen-million dollar houses)
(Still can't get that trap up out me)
I can't help it
[Verse 2: Rocko]
I'm a hustler all they down to the bone
Terrorists everyday rhyme with that bomb
Stay on the day from the light to the moon
I ain't gonna server you nothing under a song
No f**ing favors don't ask for no loan
Shop with your dogs then trynna get on
Cover my spot don't need cover my phone
n***a you ain't trynna shop, leave me alone
Grinding for days I haven't been home
Don't plan on going on til it's all gone
Mainly strong whatever you want
"Gotta get right" Well f** it what's wrong?
Shots of Patron whole lot of storm
800's on but you know what I'm on
Your b**h wanna f** now she know that I'm on
On motherf**er I just want some don't
Play with me n***a, I got that tone
Need no help I can handle my own
I tear on your sqaud but I ain't from the Bronx
One in the back, still play with that drum
Just no that I don't play the radio home
No radio-play ever saw that I'm on
Case you ain't know I'm Rocko the Don
Zone folk Hamilton, low on fun
Gucci my hat, Gucci my drawers
Gucci on my a**-cheek cover my balls
Gucci my pant, Gucci my shirt
Gucci bookbag while I keep on that twerk
Gucci bandanna on top of my shirt
Gucci boots on, gotta travel in the dirt
She around me everywhere I go
G Code, G Code that's all I know
[Hook: Rocko (T.I.)]
I get money, I can't help it
You can't stop it, you gotta accept it
You can't knock it, you gotta respect it
This is who I am n***a, I can't help it
I can't help it
(In the ghetto in a drop Rolls Royce)
(They say "keep it one hundred")
(I ain't got no choice)
I can't help it
(Yeah, her all-way big tank)
(I'm so trill and you ain't)
("Cut it down" b**h I can't)
I can't help it
(Ay, see how I do it? I'm so hood)
("Cut it off, go Hollywood")
(b**h I would if I could)
I can't help it
(Ay, the city wouldn't be sh** without me)
(Fifteen-million dollar houses)
(Still can't get that trap up out me)
I can't help it