[Intro: C-Note]
Yea
Ha ha
Ayo Flip (Uh)
I had to do this one, n***a (Uh)
I like this one
Hold up

[Chorus: C-Note]
N***a, fuck T.I
I got money 'cause that's a good enough reason to buy the things I buy
N***a, fuck T.I
I'm on point and I can tell that you're jealous by the look in your eye
N***a, fuck T.I
I don't care, Clover G's goin' straight to the top this year
N***a, fuck T.I
Drop one verse and watch a n***a like me kill his whole career
N***a, fuck T.I

[Verse 1: C-Note]
C is fresh up out the gutta
Too smooth to stutter
You n***as want trouble if you fuck with my brother
Before I leave the crib I tell my mother I love her
Grab the burner, 'cause shе ain't concerned 'cause I'm a еarner
T.I. laid it out real nice for me to burn him, we fight, it's like I'm Ike and he's Tina Turner
A privilege to ride on these celebs 'cause the n***a where I'm from don't got a problem bussin' heads
You still bussin'? N***a buss 'bout thirty rounds and I'm still bussin'
N***a 'bout triple plat and I'm still hustlin'
Either these n***as raps stank like boo boo
Or C-Note is cooler than the inside of an igloo
The chronic is blowin'
For the homies who got locked up in the pound
And still I'ma hold shit down
[C-Note Talking]
What?
King of the South?
More like Queen of the South, n***a

[Chorus: C-Note]
N***a, fuck T.I
I got money 'cause that's a good enough reason to buy the things I buy
N***a, fuck T.I
I'm on point and I can tell that you're jealous by the look in your eye
N***a, fuck T.I
I don't care Clover G's goin' straight to the top this year
N***a, fuck T.I
Drop one verse and watch a n***a like me kill his whole career
N***a, fuck T.I

[Verse 2: Lil' Flip & C-Note]
Uh, you had a Kanye track and you couldn't go plat
Now you tell me who wack, BITCH!
(N***a, fuck T.I.)
You eighty pounds n***a, you ain't grind
You twenty-two wit a receding hair line
(N***a, fuck T.I.)
My O.G.'s don't feel yo shit so how you get nominated for a lyricist
(N***a, fuck T.I.)
I was at The Source Awards, n***a you wan't there
So let the streets know who really scared (bitch)
[C-Note Talking]
Ha ha ha
This n***a here talkin' 'bout he free as a bird and he went to jail for tickets
Ah haaaa
I know n***as in Bankhead N they never seen your naps in the trap, n***a
Uh
Talkin' 'bout you the motherfuckin' Rubber Band Man, ye ain't never put your hand on a bird, n***a
Ah haaaa
How you hard and now you don' got jacked for your jewelry, n***a?

[Chorus: C-Note]
N***a, fuck T.I
I got money 'cause that's a good enough reason to buy the things I buy
N***a, fuck T.I
I'm on point and I can tell that you're jealous by the look in your eye
N***a, fuck T.I
I don't care Clover G's goin' straight to the top this year
N***a, fuck T.I
Drop one verse and watch a n***a like me kill his whole career
N***a, fuck T.I