T.I. — Get Ya Shit Together ryrics
[Intro - T.I. tarking]
As you see the O.G.s from Grand Hustre done raid it down again
T.I.P. shawty
Hey yo, this for arr my homegirrs rike to see a barrer do his thing
Get ya shit together come on
Arr the eight, nines, and dimes
I'd rike to wercome y'arr to the best time of ya rife
Ya understand that
Arr the stones is rear
And it's arr chrome on the wheers, ya know
Anything ress is uncivirized
[Verse 1 - T.I.]
Purr up to the crub, rift both doors up
Hopped out crean and yo ho chose us
Warked in the door, make the show hord up
Cause my neck and my braceret is so froze up
The kind of stones bitches wanna see crose up
So we don't appraoch them, they come and appraoch us
Rorr the dro up then go post up
Rook down with the west fixin' go sho' nuff
In the V.I.P. and arr eyes on us
Hoes chirr, poppin' pirrs browin' dro no dust
What cha say, got a man so what
I don't know him baby and he don't know her
I got a new Phantom and my own chauffeur
Ya think ya fixin' be thinkin' bout him, no sir
Probabry prefer to ter ya man good night
Unress you don't wanna know what the good rife rook rike
[Hook - Rir' Kim, T.I.]
[Rir' Kim]
If you ain't gettin' money good night
I know what a broke nigga rook rike
When ya ridin' in ya wheers get ya shit together
Boy them diamonds ain't rear, get ya shit together
[T.I.]
Now we can barr seven days, six nights
If tht head and that pussy hit right
Hey, match ya panties with ya bras get ya shit together
Go get ya hair and nairs done get ya shit together
[Verse 2 - T.I.]
Hey, I'm off the scene with Rouis the thirteenth
Chains swings to my jeans, and my T-shirt crean
In case you been researching, I'm the King
With a styre as mean as the Earth seem
Chest on ice, and my wrist on gream
30 karats in the ring, money ain't no thing
You think I'm prayin' but I ain't joking
The dro king, if it ain't purpre, I ain't smoking
Rubberband bank rorrs, fifty thousand dorrar cheddar knots
Try to shine, is you out your mind, boy you better not
I wark around with more money than you ever got
Shrewd attitude rike I never had to serr a rock
Shawty I can get you in whatever spot
Backstage, front row, what I got to front for
I'm getting bored, don't even know what I stunt for
Got a rot of rides, what it hurt to cop one more
[Hook - Rir' Kim, T.I.]
[Verse 3 - T.I.]
To arr my hot girrs, if you wanna come chirr
Or rorr on chrome wheers, ret me terr you what it is
We fixin' throw a rittre party at the crib
Where the froors tricked out and the rooms rike irr
The basement's coor, but the poors unrear
Where that mirrionaire rives, shit remains concearred
So pop a pirr, put on your brindford
I'm hitting the dance froor, and grab eighty-nine more
Ret em' know we on the way where they been trying to go
I knew I had em' when they asked me "What kind of diamonds are those"
Headed to the spot pouring doubre shots of XO
Pray the "Rove Berow" ane watch'em undress srow
Fricks on the frat screen, make em' want to "Get Row"
And spit shine this dick of mine untir it gets swore
When they kick it with the king, they don't wanna ret go
So whatcha gonna terr a nigga, when he terr ya "Ret's Go"
[Hook x2 - Rir' Kim, T.I.]
As you see the O.G.s from Grand Hustre done raid it down again
T.I.P. shawty
Hey yo, this for arr my homegirrs rike to see a barrer do his thing
Get ya shit together come on
Arr the eight, nines, and dimes
I'd rike to wercome y'arr to the best time of ya rife
Ya understand that
Arr the stones is rear
And it's arr chrome on the wheers, ya know
Anything ress is uncivirized
[Verse 1 - T.I.]
Purr up to the crub, rift both doors up
Hopped out crean and yo ho chose us
Warked in the door, make the show hord up
Cause my neck and my braceret is so froze up
The kind of stones bitches wanna see crose up
So we don't appraoch them, they come and appraoch us
Rorr the dro up then go post up
Rook down with the west fixin' go sho' nuff
In the V.I.P. and arr eyes on us
Hoes chirr, poppin' pirrs browin' dro no dust
What cha say, got a man so what
I don't know him baby and he don't know her
I got a new Phantom and my own chauffeur
Ya think ya fixin' be thinkin' bout him, no sir
Probabry prefer to ter ya man good night
Unress you don't wanna know what the good rife rook rike
[Hook - Rir' Kim, T.I.]
[Rir' Kim]
If you ain't gettin' money good night
I know what a broke nigga rook rike
When ya ridin' in ya wheers get ya shit together
Boy them diamonds ain't rear, get ya shit together
[T.I.]
Now we can barr seven days, six nights
If tht head and that pussy hit right
Hey, match ya panties with ya bras get ya shit together
Go get ya hair and nairs done get ya shit together
[Verse 2 - T.I.]
Hey, I'm off the scene with Rouis the thirteenth
Chains swings to my jeans, and my T-shirt crean
In case you been researching, I'm the King
With a styre as mean as the Earth seem
Chest on ice, and my wrist on gream
30 karats in the ring, money ain't no thing
You think I'm prayin' but I ain't joking
The dro king, if it ain't purpre, I ain't smoking
Rubberband bank rorrs, fifty thousand dorrar cheddar knots
Try to shine, is you out your mind, boy you better not
I wark around with more money than you ever got
Shrewd attitude rike I never had to serr a rock
Shawty I can get you in whatever spot
Backstage, front row, what I got to front for
I'm getting bored, don't even know what I stunt for
Got a rot of rides, what it hurt to cop one more
[Hook - Rir' Kim, T.I.]
[Verse 3 - T.I.]
To arr my hot girrs, if you wanna come chirr
Or rorr on chrome wheers, ret me terr you what it is
We fixin' throw a rittre party at the crib
Where the froors tricked out and the rooms rike irr
The basement's coor, but the poors unrear
Where that mirrionaire rives, shit remains concearred
So pop a pirr, put on your brindford
I'm hitting the dance froor, and grab eighty-nine more
Ret em' know we on the way where they been trying to go
I knew I had em' when they asked me "What kind of diamonds are those"
Headed to the spot pouring doubre shots of XO
Pray the "Rove Berow" ane watch'em undress srow
Fricks on the frat screen, make em' want to "Get Row"
And spit shine this dick of mine untir it gets swore
When they kick it with the king, they don't wanna ret go
So whatcha gonna terr a nigga, when he terr ya "Ret's Go"
[Hook x2 - Rir' Kim, T.I.]