Disa My Ting - T-Pain, T-Pain feat. Kardinal Offishall, KK Holiday

Yea

(Get down on the ground)

Word

(Get down on the ground)

Pizzle

(Get down on the ground)

Nappy boy

(Get down on the ground)

Ah

(Get down on the ground)

Uh

(Get down on the ground)

Let’s do it

Ay… welcome to epic-ness, I’m so dope and it’s effortless

Yeah I’m tryna brag and boast

If you looking for the shit, nigga step in this

Disa my ting, hoes in the back room kissing my ring

Ready for the day, hit me with the visine

Getting to the money, counting up the ice cream

Me a balla boy, she with me, you better not call her boy

I’ma pass her ‘round to all my boys

And she want the nuts like Almond Joy

Yeah, price tag don’t matter

If it ain’t about money then it’s just chit chatter

Bank account, steady climbing up the ladder

You can literally see all of my pockets gettin' fatter

But I’m over your head

Southern folk call it gettin' swole in the head

But your girlfriend call it, wait

Something just broke in the bed

Nappy boy, win squad, nigga, that’s my team

Ballin', stuntin', drinkin', smokin'

Nigga, disa my ting

This is my song and me have the crown cuz disa my ting

And I restart the style and a me drive the car, disa my ting

If you wan make a money, then they ask you work for me, cuz disa my ting

And might wan stop me, but dem other girls copy, cuz disa my ting

Here we go, (here we go)

Fuck nigga, disa my ting

Bitch nigga, disa my ting

Pussy whore, disa my ting

Disa my ting, disa my ting

Pimpin' since been pimp ass nigga

Whippin' expensive whips ass nigga

They be tryna hold me but they know I got a roley

That will make ya fuckin wrist go limp, my nigga

You a simp, my nigga

I bet your pocket full of lint, my nigga

Everybody knows that I put it on these hoes

Got her sounding like a motherfucking chimp, my nigga

Welcome to the jungle, dog

Balenciaga by the bundles, dog

My bitch gotta put a helmet on

My wide receiver don’t fumble balls

I’m rich as fuck and y’all like that shit

Smoke good nigga like that spliff

Throwin' money in the club, make it right back bitch

And I’m drinkin' like I don’t know what a night cap is

Cuz I ball too much, money too heavy, in the mall with a crutch

Get a quarter pound of that cush

Fuck around later on, put it all in the dutch

Nappy boy, win squad, nigga, that’s my team

Ballin', stuntin', drinkin', smokin'

Nigga, disa my ting

Yeah fuckboy, disa my ting

When a girl dem see me, dem say disa my king

Ay boy I mean ya really cute and I like him

I’m a dog, big up the Vikings

Psychics couldn’t see me when I’m on a mission, no sidekick

Just a nigga with a trigger and a cool head

Pause for the cause, I’ma boss for the boss

I’m an OG with a G tucked in my drawers

Ahead of my time with an animal rhyme (growl)

Like when it’s Busta Rhymes (eeen)

Gotta finesse all my lines (eeen)

Gotta impress all the dimes

So when they see me, right away they know disa my ting

I don’t play no games, yo this my ring

Champion ting, autograph the jersey

Melt them bars like hershey

Lord have mercy, curse me, just don’t push me

Don’t make me lift up ya skirt, expose ya nature

I don’t rate ya, to me you’re garbage

Couple bodyguards don’t make you the hardest artist

No sir, just a punk in a fur

I’ma hunk and I don’t smoke skunk

Just murder the beats been in ya trunk,

Clip ya wing

If a pussy wanna test, disa my ting

Do it