Yo Gotti - TV's, 24's, & Wang lyrics

(Intro, Jack Frost) Yeah mayn, this Jack frost And this the anthem for them ballers who live to floss I see ya mayn You watchin TV's with DVD's, you just lost your top And you ridin on rims that keep spinnin when the car stop (Schrrrr) I ain't mad at'cha playa, ya got money to burn huh? I tell ya what, ya need'a spend it cause you got it That's what I do Check it, the Rap Hustlaz made this one for you, playa (Hook, Nikia Shine) Turn ya TV's on, light'cha truck up Turn ya TV's on, light'cha car up You got a system in that junt, let it wang (Let it wang) 23's, Kinfolks, do ya thang (Do ya thang) (Verse 1, Kingpin Skinny Pimp) Well here's a true story I gots 'ta tell About them playas with them TV's and chrome Sprewells It all kicked off in 2000 and 2 The first hit singles "TV's" and "Do What You Do" Got the whole world lit, fancy trucks and cars Pullin nothin but superstars on Beverly Boulevard Diamond bezel blingin out the tint, ya dig Desert Eagle in my lap, on my Lakers outfit Ya see we doin it big, that brand new smell in my ride And I keep a amazon on the pa**enger side We got the bump and the funk Pretty ladies with the booties like the wide TV screens Cause they think they at the movies If you on them 24's and that candy too Flip flop and hit cruise to my video-shoot And these girls, they love us They choosin to drive us TV's in the headrest, and the sun-visors (Hook x2) (Verse 2, Yo Gotti) I'm a young n***a, money and power Top dropped, TV's, burnt orange Prowler Flip flops with the sharks in the visor When on a blind date, pulled up and surprised her She knew I was a rider, Gotti on fire Didn't know I was illegal substance provider They say I'm pullin stunts like my name was MacGyver But no I'm not, I'm a North Memphis survivor (Survivor) You got them brand new, tossin shoes, 22's You feelin fine, your TV screen bow down Plus you sippin Wine That Chryssy-Chryssy, or that Mo', or that Grey Goose You feelin loose wit'cha ho I ain't Trick Daddy n***a, but I "Slip n' Slide" Cause my TV's on in my show-off ride I didn't say I'm no CashMoney Millionaire "Hood Rich" and to a b**h, I'm a zillionaire (Hook x2) (Verse 3, Nikia Shine) Now since the first TVs, ya boy Shine had to flip sh**, too hot out here in Memphis, so I had to take a trip I'm at the BET Awards, and I got my sh** shipped Got my 24's and wang, and I'm bout to hit the strip I'm in my Sean John valore, young black entrepreneur Got a bag of sticky kush, and I promise you it's pure Got them 8-1-8's, 3-2-3's, and 3-1-0's On my 2-way, my cellphone, different hoes, area codes Ballin down Sunset, bout to hit Roscoe Meet Alicia, wit it? We can f**, we bout to bounce though Navigation in my dash, givin me direction Wangin at Yo Gotti as I hit the intersection Pull over at the sto' for Cigarillos for my 'Dro ('Dro) Rims still spinnin as I walk up out the sto' Memphis to the West Coast, Kinfolks, it ain't a game It's ya boy Kia Shine, now gon' let it waaang (Hook x2) (Verse 4, Eightball) Yo, this Big Ball You know a playa like me came to straight up keep it raw The hardest pimpin n***a that'chu biches ever saw I come from Memphis Ten. where n***as all about they change (Yeah) And all the real playas know my name and my game The b**hes that I kick it with, they like to keep it crunk They smokin sticky with me, poppin lips and love to f** Then I go right to the studio and drop verses Go do a show and never give a f** about rehearsin Get on a plane, flip to ATL and get some peaches Miami, at the tides, chillin on South Beaches My Rap Hustla homies pull up chiefin with some b**hes (Kinfolk) Screens fallin out the sky, on 22's, teachin (Hook x6)