Hell You Saying

By T.I.

On SXEW Vol 1

Released on February 6, 2014

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[Chorus: T.I.]

All we really know a kid pimpin', all we do is get fly

VVS shine like the sun outside

Somebody tryna tell you Hustle Gang ain't gettin' to the money

Tell that nigga "You a mothafuckin' lie"

Nigga hell you sayin'? Nigga hell you sayin'?

Fuck you thought? Fuck you thought?

Nigga hell you sayin'? Nigga hell you sayin'?

Fuck you talm 'bout? Fuck you talm 'bout?

Nigga hell you sayin'?


[Verse 1: Iggy Azalea]

I make rainy days, it's a drought for you

Y'all ain't crusin' my altitude

I'm a boss bitch, I let you spread the rumors

Yea you talkin' shit but not an ounce true

Million dollar misfit, my money pilin'

All over the lettuce like Thousand Island

My dough runnin' like a broken faucet

I'm the landlord, you in the housing projects

In the drive-thru, makin' bank deposits

Crazy money, insane asylum

Boss Chase, got her taxes filed

And then I blow the rest while I’m at Saks shopping

Amsterdam, Germany and Holland

Changing your currency to dollars

It's Iggy bitch, and this boss shit

Where the pounds at?

No trending topic


[Chorus: T.I.]

All we really know a kid pimpin', all we do is get fly

VVS shine like the sun outside

Somebody tryna tell you Hustle Gang ain't gettin' to the money

Tell that nigga "You a mothafuckin' lie"

Nigga hell you sayin'? Nigga hell you sayin'?

Fuck you thought? Fuck you thought?

Nigga hell you sayin'? Nigga hell you sayin'?

Fuck you talm 'bout? Fuck you talm 'bout?

Nigga hell you sayin'?


[Verse 2: T.I.]

All I talk is money, ye ain't got it, ain't nothin'

I'm on the grind, shinin' like an elevator button

Wanna talk? Nigga lissen, call me [?]

You got a bad bitch? I gotta have that buddy

Bein' broke? Nigga please, you can have that, buddy

This nigga say he doin' numbers, where yo math at buddy?

I'm in a mothafuckin' socket, can't unplug it

Think I'm mothafuckin' lyin', try and take somethin' from me

Bitch I'm plugged to the max, pay a dub for a pack

Take it back to the trap, make it jump right back

Break it down into O's, sell quarters of those

If I ain't got it on me, it's some more at the store

I know a thousand mothafuckin' niggas in the city

Say T.I.P. 'bout you, shawty anybody get it

So 'fore you get robbed, get trapped by 80

Just know Hustle Gang thug a hella lot


[Chorus: T.I.]

All we really know a kid pimpin', all we do is get fly

VVS shine like the sun outside

Somebody tryna tell you Hustle Gang ain't gettin' to the money

Tell that nigga "You a mothafuckin' lie"

Nigga hell you sayin'? Nigga hell you sayin'?

Fuck you thought? Fuck you thought?

Nigga hell you sayin'? Nigga hell you sayin'?

Fuck you talm 'bout? Fuck you talm 'bout?

Nigga hell you sayin'?


[Verse 3: Young Dro]

We got them niggas over there dead

Coupe Benz, no roof, I'm without head

New shoes, you ain't got this pair yet

Your broad late, kinda on cause I had that

She in the driveway, tryna fix her hair back

I had a dick marathon and she ran that

Lapped that, after that, when her care better

Killed her with the pole, then let her hang half mast

Fuck them, I'm still hoppin' out of foreign cars

I'm a born star and I'm a porn star

I catch you slippin' with triggers and really hit a nigga

By myself, I ain't gotta go get a nigga

Trap Biggie, on track verbally killin' niggas

Sick flow, might need Penicillin, nigga

I do the impossible like I oughta do

And y'all pussy niggas smaller than a molecule

Out!


[Verse 4: Travi$ Scott]

I left my passport overseas

Where it get dark after 3

Never leave the house 'less I'm awfully flee

Always leave the show with somethin' soft to squeeze

Take a little dab of this, a little drag of this

Then she reached down my pants, grabbed my shaggy dick

Left that mothafucka's home covered in my kids

She bossy, get this grip, straight flossin'

Smoke the piece with little coffee

Fresh as hell, no coffin'

I let her talk the shit

Leave the crib, can't walk for shit shit

Buck the dome, Milwaukee shit

Mind so big, gettin' lost and shit

Bossin', hit the club they heed caution

Drunk as hell feelin' nauseous

High as hell, hittin' comets

I’m raunchy, your niggas rock Givenchy

I ain't gotta say it, I ain't gotta wear it

I ain't gotta pay it cause you know it don't cost me


[Chorus: T.I.]

All we really know a kid pimpin', all we do is get fly

VVS shine like the sun outside

Somebody tryna tell you Hustle Gang ain't gettin' to the money

Tell that nigga "You a mothafuckin' lie"

Nigga hell you sayin'? Nigga hell you sayin'?

Fuck you thought? Fuck you thought?

Nigga hell you sayin'? Nigga hell you sayin'?

Fuck you talm 'bout? Fuck you talm 'bout?

Nigga hell you sayin'?