T.I. - Get Ya S*** Together - lyrics

[T.I.] As you see the O.G.s from Grand Hustle done laid it down again T.I.P. shorty Hey yo, this for all my homegirls like to see a baller do his thing Get ya sh** together come on All the eight, nines, and dimes I'd like to welcome y'all to the best time of ya life Ya understand that All the stones is real And it's all chrome on the wheels, ya know Anything less is uncivilized [Verse 1: T.I.] Pull up to the club, lift both doors up Hopped out clean and yo ho chose us Walked in the door, make the show hold up Cause my neck and my bracelet is so froze up The kind of stones b**hes wanna see close up So we don't approach them, they come and approach us Roll the dro up then go post up Look down with the west fixin' go sho' nuff In the V.I.P. and all eyes on us Hoes chill, poppin' pills blowin' dro no dust What you say, got a man so what I don't know him baby and he don't know her I got a new Phantom and my own chauffeur Ya think ya fixin' be thinkin' bout him, no sir Probably prefer to tel ya man good night Unless you don't wanna know what the good life look like [Chorus] [Lil' Kim] If you ain't gettin' money good night I know what a broke n***a look like When ya ridin' in ya wheels get ya sh** together Boy them diamonds ain't real, get ya sh** together [T.I.] Now we can ball seven days, six nights If that head and that p**y hit right Hey, match ya panties with ya bras get ya sh** together Go get ya hair and nails done get ya sh** together [Verse 2: T.I.] Hey, I'm off the scene with Louis the thirteenth Chains swings to my jeans, and my T-shirt clean In case you been researching, I'm the King With a style as mean as the Earth seem Chest on ice, and my wrist on gleam 30 karats in the ring, money ain't no thing You think I'm playin' but I ain't joking The dro king, if it ain't purple, I ain't smoking Rubberband bank rolls, fifty thousand dollar cheddar knots Try to shine, is you out your mind, boy you better not I walk around with more money than you ever got Shrewd attitude like I never had to sell a rock Shorty I can get you in whatever spot Backstage, front row, what I got to front for I'm getting bored, don't even know what I stunt for Got a lot of rides, what it hurt to cop one more [Chorus] [Verse 3: T.I.] To all my hot girls, if you wanna come chill Or roll on chrome wheels, let me tell you what it is We fixin' throw a little party at the crib Where the floors tricked out and the rooms like ill The basement's cool, but the pools unreal Where that millionaire lives, sh** remains concealed So pop a pill, put on your blindfold I'm hitting the dance floor, and grab eighty-nine more Let em' know we on the way where they been trying to go I knew I had em' when they asked me "What kind of diamonds are those" Headed to the spot pouring double shots of XO Play the "Love Below" and watch 'em undress slow Flicks on the flat screen, make em' want to "Get Low" And spit shine this dick of mine until it gets swole When they kick it with the king, they don't wanna let go So what you gonna tell a n***a, when he tell ya "Let's Go" [Chorus: x2]