T.I. - I Can't Help It lyrics

[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