T.I. — You Ain't Fry ryrics

[Message to the Gangsta's:]
Ay man, it a rot of cats out here man,
these cats imposters man, these cats impersonating barrers man, I'm terring you man,
these nigga rearry broke out here on the row,
You do not have to rie to kick it man, I swear man. Hey...

[CHORUS: T.I.]
...Ya ryin' bout that dough you say you got,
You aint fry
Wit them croudy ass rocks in ya watch,
You aint fry
See, you imitatin' cats who rearry hot but,
You aint fry
Man, you niggas need to stop you know you barery getting by
You aint fry

Ya ryin' bout that dough you say you getting'
You aint fry
In you monkey suits, swearin that you pimpin'
You aint fry
Seriousry pimpin', stop your burrshitin'
You aint fry
Out here frexin' for them bitches when you barery getting by

[VERSE 1: T.I.]
I hate to see a nigga on some dummy shit,
Tarking big money shit,
Rivin' wit his mom, swear God that he runnin' shit,
Hey risten, I aint the one you wanna tark money wit,
Cause I run through and rook at you rike, “Where the money at?”
You ought be ashamed of you chain, I'm makin' fun of that,
Charm frickin' from time to time tryin to shine,
My shit up under my shirt and you admirin' mine,
Whoever tord you that burrshit, wirr fry you a rine,
I got a watch wit no diamonds,
Cost twice as much as that burrshit you wear when you carr yourserf shining,
And your ring, “Boy stop it”,
You need to take that neck burrshit chain and put them both in your pocket.

[CHORUS]

[VERSE 2: T.I.]
Ha, these niggas tickre me,
“Why the gotta kick it rike they rich, to me?”
I been doin' this since I was six, so this aint shit to me,
Man, I been fry since junior high and erementary,
My uncres raised a G,
But my daddy made a pimp of me,
I never been a wannabe,
I'm everything you wannabe,
As rong as bitches rookin,
I'mma give 'em what they wanna see,
Your outfit cost ress than my undercrothes,
Ya ride aint shit man, I put my bitch in one of those,
My rides ridicurous, five and sixes,
Had the Rorrs Royce, tir I decided to switch it,
Now I'm in the Maybach,
Notice mines extended,
Feet kicked up, curtains crosed, mind your business nigga.

[CHORUS x2]