T.I. - f** The City Up lyrics

[Hook: Young Jeezy] This for my n***as on the block dodging one time Grinding hard, burning up at least one nine Put ya middle fingers in the air one time Ride with me, f** the city up one time f** the city up f** the city up f** the city up f** the city up one time f** the city up f** the city up f** the city up f** the city up one time [Verse 1: T.I.] Fresh out the bed getting head in a Range Rove All about that bread, rubberbands on my bankroll Bankhead, Simpson Road this Atlanta b**h So fly, so gangsta, gutter, glamorous We living out your fantasies, s**as can't handle this They know we run the city shawty it's unanimous Shout it out sold yay, nine forty-four K, Quarter, half, whole thang n***a like the old days? Hey, dope boy trap n***a swag Hundred karat chain, quarter mil in the bag I'm no longer poppin' tags I just let 'em hang s**a n***a doing bad I just do my thang And I ain't frontin', straight by the book-G Code Bad b**h, a flat stomach, fat booty, deep throat Twenty grand in my pants, fifty in my peacoat Jeezy f**in' with me and we f**in' up the city ho [Hook] [Verse 2: Young Jeezy] I seen Jizzle in traffic with his top off So much Louie sh** it looking like it knock off Violation, that'll get ya a** knocked off Texas Pete n***a get ya a** hot sauce Ever see me in the club with my shades off It was a cool contest I guess the shades lost 28-5 yeah that's my cost b**h my closet so big I swear I got lost What? Yeah I think I'm gon' need a map We throw them birdies in the pool make 'em swim a lap Whip it counterclockwise, that's the backstroke b**h my chain so big look like my back broke Yeah we 'bout to f** the city up, go broke b**h I'm balling so hard I need the whole court Six spots in one night they call it club hopping That new Tip and Jizzle sh**, it got the club rocking [Hook] [Verse 3: T.I. & Young Jeezy] [T.I.:] I'm talkin' A-Town sh**, ex lean pound bit Chopper, fifty round clip Keep it with me, I 'on't slip Anyone around Tip bout that drama boy I promise Got a O of presidential, b**h I'm blowin' that Obama [Young Jeezy:] Yeah I'm talkin' plenty choppers, scopes on the A-R You know how I do it, Forgiatos on the car When I came up out the womb all I wanna be a star Hope the feds don't stop me, life sentence in the car [T.I.:] Hey boy we spittin, reminiscin' bout when we was in the kitchen Representin', n***as payin' b**hes need to pay attention And we on for the city freaks, this A-T-L Do it for my n***a Big Meech and B.M.F. n***a [Young Jeezy:] n***a, all I blow is strong b**h I'm straight for the week Order 5000 dollars, threw it all on the freaks Order twenty-five bricks, I put em all on the streets b**h it's shaketown and we turnt up while you sleep [Hook]