[Intro]
Goodnight Dont Exist In ATL

MLK Bitch!

[Hook]
Look at tha flicka da wrist
Catchin' plays, catchin' play
I woke up feelin' like I was on the moon
I woke up feelin' like I need a hundred goons
Look at the flicka da wrist, look at the flicka da wrist
Look at the flicka da wrist, look at the flicka da wrist
Look at the flicka da wrist, look at the flicka da wrist
Look at the flicka da wrist, (Hustle Gang N***a)
Look at the flicka da wrist


[Verse 1: T.I.]
Bust it up put it in a pot (Ahhh)
And then you heat that shit
Whoop it like a bitch
Till it lock off, and rock up
Let it dry, then repeat that shit
You ain't commin' out the boat
You can keep that shit
Trap fundamentals like I teach that shit
You all know em, You all suffer
[?], you catch a case
Shut your mouth you can beat that shit
Hall & Oates with the dope gang
Bankroll and the chain for the cocaine
Get you a little watch and a gold chain
And a Benz, but the shit
Can be in your name , n***a hold up
Digits on digits, and digital scales
Got bricks in the kitchen
They hittin' the shelves, n***a
Come in here trippin' we givin you shells
'Finna pay out my lawyer, no sittin' in jail
Praying for heaven, but givin' 'em hell
Ain't gonna stop until he get him a meal
The city his, he a big deal
Trapped everywhere, paranoid
Tryin' not to get killed
Moving Up and Down the Interstate
Trappin' hard dealing weight
2 rules in the Gang:
N***a, Get Rich Get Away
[Hook]