[bad word]  T.I] 
Now I don't really care what you call me 
Just as long as you don't call me broke
I bet they knew as soon as they saw me 
"Goodnight It's over with" 
That's all she wrote 
Streets like cold Chicago 
Ain't nothing new I've seen it all before 
But still I ball like no tomorrow 
"Goodnight It's over with" that's all she wrote 
All she wrote, all she wrote 
I said "it's over with" that's all she wrote 
All she wrote, all she wrote, all she wrote 
"Goodnight It's over with" 
That's all she wrote 

[Verse 1: T.I.] 
It's stupid how I go in knowing everybody knowing that
I'm sewing up the game, destroying like they hate me for it 
Eventually see they can't beat 
Than with me they join 
Others sworn, under oath or banished [bad word] scorn 
You tell lies, get caught, [bad word] kick rocks 
You never did blend in with the big shots 
On the fast track, 
Ain't no need for no pit stops 
I just laugh at, [bad word] 
Wishing they were this hot 
Guess they mad at me huh, really [bad word] off (so) 
Better that than [bad word] on,
I'm the Jetsons you the Flintstones 
Catch me in the end zone, high stepping prime time 
Thought you niggas been knowing, ain't no blocking my shine 
Like my new air Yeezy's you can see me in the night time 
I get rich off livin' life, 
You check the check reciting rhymes 
So call me what you want, 
Wanna hate, have a nice time 
While I get stupid paper, 
hey my dough ain't in It's right mind (mind, mind) 

 [bad word]  T.I] 
Now I don't really care what you call me 
Just as long as you don't call me broke 
I bet they knew as soon as they saw me 
"Goodnight It's over with" 
That's all she wrote 
Streets like cold Chicago 
Ain't nothing new I've seen it all before 
But still I ball like no tomorrow 
"Goodnight It's over with" 
That's all she wrote

[Verse 2: Eminem] 
You're staring straight into a barrel of hate, terrible fate
Not even a Slim chance to make a narrow escape
Cupid shot his arrow and missed, wait Sarah you're late
Your train left Mascara and eggs smeared in your face
Night's over, good bye ho I thought that I told ya
That spilled nut ain't nothing to cry over
Never should've came within range of my rover
Should've known I was trouble soon as I rolled up
Any chick who's dumb enough 
After I blindfold her
To [bad word] back to the crib
Must want me to mess with her mind, hold up
She mistook me for some high roller
But I won't buy her soda
Unless it's Rock and Rye cola (Faygo's cheaper)
Buy you a bag of Fritos?
I wouldn't let you eat 
The [bad word] chip on my shoulder
If you was bleach and I was hair 
I wouldn't die for ya
Tryna pull 5 bucks from me 
Is like tryna pull five molars
You'll get your eyes swolled up
I'm on my straight grizzly
So why would I buy you 
[bad word] [bad word] teddy bear [bad word] 
You're already bi-polar

 [bad word]  Eminem] 
Now I don't really care what you call me 
You can even call me cold 
These [bad word] know as soon as they saw me 
It's never me to get the privilege to know 
I roll like a desperado 
Now I never know where I'm gonna go 
Still I ball like there's no tomorrow 
Until It's over and It's all she wrote 

[Verse 3: T.I.] 
The credit roller, curtain closer, 
Movie over with 
But don't get mad at me 
Go blame the chick who wrote this [bad word] 
Yeah life is sure a [bad word] 
But she know I'm rich 
That why she give me what I want 
And I just throw her [bad word] 
Here I go again 
I kick this [bad word]  give a [bad word]  got it pouring in 
Peso, euro, yeah, ah ha, 
I'm paid never gon be broke again 
See me posted in anything, wearing