[Intro: T.I.]
Real talk, true story (uh-huh)
No nuts, no glory (uh-uh)
You know what I'm sayin'? (Real talk)
Ay dawg (yeah yeah)
I'm a tell you like this

[Chorus: T.I.]
Hey I'm so raw, and I'm so rich
And you so flawed niggas ain't 'bout shit
I'll take yo' broad, I can fuck yo' bitch
Know that I'm gon' ball every chance I get
Every chance I get, real talk, no shit
Every chance I get, make money on this
I'll take yo' broad, I can fuck yo' bitch
Know that I'm gon' ball every chance I get, every chance I get.

[T.I.]
They say it's lonely at the top, but I don't feel lonely
Got my homies out in Hollywood so I don't feel phony
Ain't another nigga colder, cribs all over
Flash-in-pan, these other rappers catch a number, Coca-Cola
I'm exceedin' expectations, you barely meetin' quota
I give it to 'em straight, you cut it with bakin' soda
You said I ain't Zone 1, ha, that's a funny one
I'm King like my 3 year-old, Major like my youngest son
Got one named Domani, so you know what I'm gettin' guap
Deyjah and Neek-Neek and Messiah like "Daddy, get 'em"
Got an angel named Leah here to keep me outta prison
And my partner John Geter to help me see about a billion
Listen; Grand Hustle, best respect this vision
My records sell about a million, but shit that just the beginnin'
What with Club Crucial and Grand Hustle film division
Multiplication to get the paper, I let the clique do the division

Break bread, StreetCred.com makin a killin'
Plus "A King Of Oneself," high fashion, I'm flashin'
I'm Ready For Whatever though, trained to go you better know
Put dick up in whoever hoe, let 'em know.

[Chorus:]
Hey I'm so raw, and I'm so rich
And you so flawed niggas ain't 'bout shit
I'll take yo' broad, I can fuck yo' bitch
Know that I'm gon' ball every chance I get
Every chance I get, real talk, no shit
Every chance I get, make money on this
I'll take yo' broad, I can fuck yo' bitch
Know that I'm gon' ball every chance I get, every chance I get.

[T.I.]
I gotta thank my lucky stars cause it came so far
[...] Game, rap game, 'bout the same so far
Brag about your lil' Benz, nigga that ain't no car
I got some shit in my garage that requires a chauffeur
High as gas is, the country at war and people are starvin'.
And I pay a million dollars for Ferrari's, retarded, huh?
Sorry bruh, been a dick that been ballin' since it started up
Season hoe, get 'em all to fuck cause they know this dough stack tall as fuck
Nah, it ain't that I'm rich that they hate so much
Least I could do it, not rub it in niggas face so much
So I'm tryin' now while I'm rhymin not to brag about the island
Or the crib in Hawaii where all the walls slide in
House is wide open, we could bring the outside in
I think you should hear about it, but fuck it I'll be quiet
I just spit it how I live it homie I don't be lyin'.
Would it make you feel better if I put my pockets on the die?
If I made less money, started to dress bummy.
Would the haters and the critics have more respect for me?
Should I downgrade the crib and the way I live?
Now how about I don't and we just say I did...

[Chorus:]
Hey I'm so raw, and I'm so rich
And you so flawed niggas ain't 'bout shit
I'll take yo' broad, I can fuck yo' bitch
Know that I'm gon' ball every chance I get
Every chance I get, real talk, no shit
Every chance I get, make money on this
I'll take yo' broad, I can fuck yo' bitch
Know that I'm gon' ball every chance I get, every chance I get.

[Outro: T.I.]
Hey say homeboy
It's real talk comin' at you live and direct homeboy. You dig that?
You can hate all you want partner
I'm a give you somethin' to hate on, bitch nigga.
Ha ha! Grand Hustle, you understand?
DJ Toomp you did yo' muh'fuckin thing as usual
Ay-hey look, P$C partner, Pimp Squad Click
Ay, Big Kuntry you up next homie
It's the king, bitch!
Yeah, they say I ain't Zone 1 bitch nigga
My grandmama been livin' on Center Hill 43 years, hoe ass nigga
You understand that? Come meet me
See me! You know?
Why niggas gotta wait 'til a nigga got the police watchin' you
And start kickin' that fuck shit, you know?
You know how I get down, you know what it was nigga
You know you don't wanna see me, bitch nigga!
Yeah, Hey!

[Chorus:]
Hey I'm so raw, and I'm so rich
And you so flawed niggas ain't 'bout shit
I'll take yo' broad, I can fuck yo' bitch
Know that I'm gon' ball every chance I get
Every chance I get, real talk, no shit
Every chance I get, make money on this
I'll take yo' broad, I can fuck yo' bitch
Know that I'm gon' ball every chance I get, every chance I get.
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T.I. – Every Chance I Get Lyrics

Songwriters: DAVIS, ALDRIN / HARRIS, CLIFFORD
Every Chance I Get lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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