[Intro: Wyclef Jean (T.I.)] 
Ay boy, don't spill my drink boy, ba-lip! 
Now listen (Grand Hustle homie) 
Everybody report to the bloodclaat dance floor (ay, ay, ay, ay) 
Wyclef, "All Hands on Deck" - you love the beat? 
(Boy you know what it is, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay) 
Yo Tip, talk to me bloodclaat 
 [bad word]  T.I.] 
I'm a real [bad word] homie, throw six figures on me 
Got a pistol you don't want it, boy you what what it is 
Ay, I'm way flyer, my pay's way higher 
If they ever mention sire boy you know what it is 
I got that drama, you don't want no problems 
Dial up that llama, boy you know what it is 
Ay, I get money, all I count is big money  [bad word] is all she get from me, boy you know what is 
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay - boy you know what it is [bad word] 

[Wyclef] 
Yo T.I.P., let them likkle rap boys know how you livin 

[Verse One: T.I.] 
The wait is over, here we go again, I'm back into play 
Gon' sell another couple mil' and take it back to the 
Gon' take that other couple mil' and put it back in the safe 
Five cash for the crib on the back of the lake 
I'm up in [bad word] two-steppin with the gat in the waist 
T.I. ain't in the street no mo', fo'-fo', is that what they say? 
Don't even try him when you see him boy you have to be great 
Cause this pistol hit you in your face, your teeth they'll have to replace 
That's if you lucky [bad word] [bad word] me, it don't hurt me to take 
100 thousand to them Haitians you'll be murdered today, [bad word] 
 [bad word]  
I'm a real [bad word] homie, throw six figures on me 
Got a pistol you don't want it, boy you what what it is 
Ay, I'm way flyer, my pay's way higher 
If they ever mention sire boy you know what it is 
I got that drama, you don't want no problems 
Dial up that llama, boy you know what it is 
Ay, I get money, all I count is big money  [bad word] is all she get from me, boy you know what is 
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay - boy you know what it is [bad word] 

[Wyclef] 
Yo T.I.P. some boys wan' playa hate 
Let them know who the King of the South is, talk to them! 

[Verse Two: T.I.] 
Well they sweatin when they see me, I'm apparently hot 
Had the album of the year [bad word]  Grammy or not 
Remember, all day I used to stay in the spot 
With two revolvers in my pocket, pitch a hand of that rock 
And now, chart toppin, ain't a car I ain't got 
I'm the number one customer at my own car lot 
You wanna know how much I'm makin, just imagine a lot 
You know I'm probably gettin more that you'd imagined I got 
Listen close, I need to know if you understand me or not 
Because you disrespectin me, you and your man'll be shot 
 [bad word]  
I'm a real [bad word] homie, throw six figures on me 
Got a pistol you don't want it, boy you what what it is 
Ay, I'm way flyer, my pay's way higher 
If they ever mention sire boy you know what it is 
I got that drama, you don't want no problems 
Dial up that llama, boy you know what it is 
Ay, I get money, all I count is big money  [bad word] is all she get from me, boy you know what is 
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay - boy you know what it is [bad word] 

[Wyclef] 
Why y'all take shot, cause I'm movin? 
We'll pop you in your chest boy 

[Verse Three: T.I.] 
Well from the King of the South to the King of the States 
Ridin in a car you probably never seen in the states 
No idea how much yay I can bring in the states 
Hey you can get a hundred on 'em for a million today 
Frank Lucas ain't the only one who made a million a day 
But it's a American gangsta right here in your face 
And you don't wanna see P$on the scene with a K 
You think [bad word] up and robbin, that ain't even the case 
And just because you get away, that don't mean it's okay 
Yo