I Can't Help It - T.I., DJ Drama

Hey, you know me bitch nigga, I’m all of that

Hit your broad with a big dick, didn’t call her back

Relax little cat, let the big dog attack

Thought it was over for me homie, did you fall for that?

U-turn, ran the red, no cardiac

Get your hand out of my pocket, what with all of that?

Tell the sheriff, he can get these fuckin' charges back

A little money, still gotta thank God for that

Regardless, Big Bank can’t fold it off

Ain’t another nigga flowin', who as cold as bro

Quarter mil' for the show, really though what’s up

Louis duffle bag sayin', 'Load it up'

Get into the hotel, better know what’s up

Niggas out there, get to hold it up

We ain’t never had a problem getting' hoes to fuck

Suck dick, lick, spit from the shoulders up

I let this nut get all over her

Another thick bitch kissin' all over her

Bust the pussy wide open, can’t close it up

Make her bounce that shit, when you found that bitch

She was laid on the ground, panties down, six chicks

With a trap bag of money, tryin' to count that shit

Never will find me around that bitch

Unless she got them lips wrapped that dick

(Yeah)

Other niggas wanna make love, fuck that

I bing, bang, pound, beat down that clit

Sick wid It like E-40 and them

Fill up every ho jaw, just saw with him

This K-I-N-G aka Big Bank aka Shorty Pimp

Aye, aka Shorty Pimp, Big Bank, aka Shorty Pimp

I get money, I can’t help it

You can’t stop it, you gotta accept it

You can’t knock it, you gotta respect it

This is who I am nigga, I can’t help it

I can’t help it

In the ghetto in a drop Rolls-Royce

They say keep it one hundred, I ain’t got no choice

(I can’t help it)

Yeah, I always Big Bank, I’m so trill and you ain’t

Cut it down, bitch I can’t

(I can’t help it)

Hey, see how I do it, I’m so hood

Cut it off, go Hollywood, bitch, I would if I could

(I can’t help it)

Hey, the city wouldn’t be shit without me

Fifteen million dollar houses

Still can’t get this trap up out me

(I can’t help it)

I’m a hustler all the way down to the bone

Terrorist, every day rhyme with that bomb

Stay on a date from the night to the morn'

Ain’t gonna serve you nothin' under a song

No fuckin' favors, don’t ask for no loan

Shop with ya dogs, if ya tryin' to get on

Come in my spot, don’t be callin' my phone

Everything tryin to stop, leave me alone

Grindin' for days, I haven’t been home

Dope on the lawn, until it’s all gone

Mainly strong or whatever you want

Gotta get right, give a fuck if it’s wrong

Shots of Patron, whole other zone

Eight hundreds on but ya know what I’m on

Yo' bitch wanna fuck, now that she know that I’m on

Oh motherfucker, I just wanna bone

Feel me nigga, I got that tone

Need no help, I can hum on my own

I terror your Squad but I ain’t from the Bronx

One in the back, still play with that drum

Except no I don’t, put it right in your home

No radio play, every song that I’m on

In case you ain’t know, I’m Rocko The Don

Zone folk Hamilton, low on fun

Gucci my hat, Gucci my drawers

G’s on my ass, G’s cover my balls

Gucci my pants, Gucci my shirt

Gucci book bag where I keep all that twerk

Gucci bandana on top of my shirt

Gucci boots on when I trap in the dirt

G’s around me everywhere I go

G-code, G-code, that’s all I know

I get money, I can’t help it

You can’t stop it, you gotta accept it

You can’t knock it, you gotta respect it

This is who I am nigga, I can’t help it

I can’t help it

In the ghetto in a drop Rolls-Royce

They say keep it one hundred, I ain’t got no choice

(I can’t help it)

Yeah, I always Big Bank, I’m so trill and you ain’t

Cut it down, bitch I can’t

(I can’t help it)

Hey, see how I do it, I’m so hood

Cut it off, go Hollywood, bitch I would if I could

(I can’t help it)

Hey, the city wouldn’t be shit without me

Fifteen million dollar houses

Still can’t get this trap up out me

(I can’t help it)