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 then 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
it's 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 on
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, he 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 its 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]
Your 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 on your face
Nights over goodbye, hoe
I thought that I told ya' the spilled nut ain't nothing to cry over
Never shoulda' came within Range of my Rover
Shoulda' known i was trouble soon as I rolled up,
Any chick who's dumb enough out there I blind fold her,
She [bad word] back to my crib, Must want me to mess with her mind hold up.
She must've took me for some high roller.
But i won't buy her a soda Unless it's rock n' 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 dye for ya
Tryna pull 5 bucks from me is like tryna pulling 5 molars
You get your eyes swole up I'm on my straight grizzly
So why would i buy you a [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]  [bad word] 
But she know I'm rich (I'm rich)
That's 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
Pay some euro, yeah, ah ha, I'm paid never gon be broke again
See me posted in anything, wearing any chain
Never gon' see me tote in anything
All you gon' see is BANG!
it's so nice